I'm not usually a morning person.  More of a night owl.  Though lately, I have woken up early in the hopes of getting to work earlier.  I think I stress out way too much.

This morning, I did just pause for a bit.  Trying to recapture that happiness that I had felt when I was woken up by a phone call or a text message.  The pleasantness of a voice or a text accompanied by a smiley face to say "Good morning" in that chipper way.  It is the small things afterall - the daily things - that make my day.

I grow tired at times when I get phone calls from friends who say where I have been.  Perhaps, a "welcome home".  I'm not exactly sure anymore.

This whole thought of moving forward only to move back seems a bit ironic every once in awhile that I think about it.

I admit the next steps that I have in mind appear drastic, but only for those who don't know me well.  For those that do, the action plans are long overdue. 

I admit, I'm a girl who wants everything and nothing all at once.  To want change and yet comfort at the same time. 

And... this whole concept of the One.  It comes back to me now.  I'm trying to figure it out.  It was once about who I cared a lot about.  Yet, I think it comes back to what is best for me.  Who really wants to be with me?  Who really accepts me for who I am?  Who can't wait to see and talk to me?  I pondered on the phone for quite awhile yesterday. 

It's weird, I suppose to think that you had been forgotten, only to realize that someone tried to call you a few days ago... and you missed the call unknowingly.

It's not a competition.  Definitely not a race.  I'm not a prize.  But, I do want to be appreciated.