Stolen Days

To live each day as if it has been stolen from death, to feel the joy of life in everything I do.
To separate myself from the burdens of the past, but remember them – as lessons, as triumphs… but never allowing the past to be cause for any of today’s excuses why I can’t, never allowing the ghosts to haunt me.

This is where I have come from, and it has made me who I am – but who I am is not ruled or controlled by what has happened. It has happened. It will never affect what is happening *now*.

We need to release ourselves from the angst, the anguish, the worry that we let control our lives every day. Lighten the fuck up, shed the weight from our hearts & off of our backs, and with that weight gone we will finally be able to straighten our bodies, take our eyes from the ground and look up – see the clouds, the moon, the stars… feel the sun (or *hopefully* rain someday) on our faces, and know that we are alive, that there are no limits, no rules, nothing stopping us – except ourselves.

Yeah, that’s a large part of what my book is going to be about… because I’m fucking sick of all the whining I hear and therefore… am going to do my best to change it.

These are stills from a video taken just under five years ago – September 13, 2010. I haven[t watched it since it was taped.
Hair falling our, flesh falling off…
…it’s pretty amazing what can be accomplished when we truly *know* how strong we are – even when we had no idea before.

The Universe *never* gives us anything that we can’t handle. It just depends on how we choose to handle it.

Sept. 13, 2010Sept. 13, 2010

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Nov. 23, 2013

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