what a weird year...

...and it’s not even over yet. 
Another big year of change and rollercoaster events in the life of yours truly, with no real signs of slowing down and I’m ok with that.  
  I’ve learned that life is best (and mostly) lived in the plateaus of life.  Those times where not much really exciting is happening but nothing awful is going on either, just that day to day life-living, small victories earned kind of times. 
  Some folks hate those times; too boring and uneventful, but let me be the first to tell you, from a guy who’s had a truck load of ‘eventfulness’... there’s peace in the quiet times.  There is time to let your soul breathe and to reflect on what we have and the goals we have attained, as well as planning for the next step. The plateau is where all the real work happens. The building blocks of our lives and futures and plans and hopes, one day at a time.  
  I’m ok with all of that.  As Time passes, I see more and more what a good thing the plateaus in life actually are, not just times to be tolerated till the next exciting and dramatic thing happens. 
 
   From the guy who’s life is built from drama,
  Id like to officially say, I’m out of that game. 
Drama is draining and stressful and foolish. 
I like the quiet and solitude, the peace and relaxed times.... I’ll protect that peace. 
  I don’t speak to my mother (as I’ve mentioned before). She is the harbringer of all drama and stress in my life so to protect my self and my soul, I had to stop communicating with her.  Completely.  
That was 15 years ago.  As sad as that fact is and hard as it was for me to do and hold to...
I’ve grown more since then, and being away from her, as a caring and decent person, than I ever could with her in my life.  Sadly, she’s the poison in the well of my life.  
  So I’m serious when I say... protect your peace.  Revel in the plateaus.  Earn the time to reflect on yourself and your life.  Fight for a better future.  M
  Another random post by yours truly 👍🏼

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