Summer Of The Cicada

I’ve had a lot of journals and blogs in my time, but this one is a start over.

I had planned this summer with precision and zeal only to have my plans crumble and fall before me. Life happens and sometimes there is nothing you can do to account for that. I honestly hate change but of all the things I have learned in my short life, change is bound to happen and you have to roll with the punches. So roll I must.

This is going to be a summer of hoodies and hugs, cicadas and cigarettes, driving and dozing (not in conjunction of course), and all around happiness. No more expectation, no more setting up for hurt, just living in the moment the best I can. We’ll see how it goes. Thus far things have really been falling into place.

I made some new friends in the early beginnings of this saucy season. Yeah, I said saucy and I think its quite suiting. Normally I’m really quiet and awkward…well actually I still am, but I’m growing out of it bit by bit and these people seem patient.

Life is really good and I’m happy which is more than I have been able to say in awhile.

I think it is going to storm and I’m anxious…in that good way.