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Sunday, May 9, 2010
The happiest month of my adult life

do miss being a kid quite a bit although for the most part I was quiet and very very obedient and obliging to others. My favourite thing was when I finally got to a totally comfortable stage with new friends and cracked some jokes and catch them totally off-guard after my usually quiet demeanor.

August of 2009 was a fantastic month for me. I was feeling better and looking infinitely better. I'd been to a beautiful quiet tropical island. Met some new fun friends. Held hands in the purest moment. Experienced a highest high after my lowest low -- which means little things made me ecstatic already, imagine the highest high! I danced, I smiled, I lay down in the sand and the most beautiful night sky, warm and loved.


I was accomplished and moving forward to a next big goal. I was dancing like a newborn girl. I was walking ahead like a woman. I was heard and I was impressed. I was lifted up and steady all by myself.

I was happy.