Be brave. Life has dealt me a couple of hard kicks: my mother died, my closest friend hates me (misunderstanding). I did what anyone would do when gut-punched: I curled into a ball and doubted myself. But I’m tired of self-pity. I miss my mom and my sweet friend, but I’ve got to get up and walk on.
Neverlost4good is more than my trail name. It’s who I am. I do head recklessly down, blundering through life, but I always dust myself off and stand up. Mom lives within me, as for my lost relationship: God, I miss her, but it’s okay.
Life lesson: you can’t control the momentum of life. You can only adapt. Cliche. I am one who watches and writes, and I’m back, baby.