Errily Calm or All Grown Up

Ironically, even though I'm burden financially, morally wrought and torn.  I feel strangely at ease. It seems like I'm finally at the point in my life where I'm within grasping reach of everything that I want. Or at least it seems to be the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I feel errily calm. Or perhaps I'm just aclimated to the feeling of stress and ever growing list of responsibilities and civic awareness. Honestly though in the midst of the chaos and looming impending doom of the world and my bank account, it does seem like my life is sorta finally getting together and my dreams are plausible and not just a fiction of my overactive imagination.

All my metaphorical ducks are finally starting to gather together forming some sort of line marching/waddling to my beat. I've grown and changed a lot this past year. I have nutured and gained a testimony of the church for my own. I have finally begin to forge a real relationship with my parents, telling them through written and verbal words that I love them. The first "I love you's" ever uttered in the Wong household. Despite the date-rape and the many abusive or psychotically attached boys; I've finally learned how to stand up for myself and gain the meaning of true happiness and self-worth that is not contingent upon the boys/men I have in my life. I have learned the true meaning of love and courage, thanks to Peter. I have learned the true meaning of friendship and sacrifice, thanks to Janee. I've got a glimpse of the potential of humanity and it's immeansurable power to influence good and change, thanks to my juvenile dilequents. And despite all the ebs and flows of life, all of its twists of trials and blessings, I've learned the meaning of hope. Perhaps Necey is finally growing up and becoming an adult (plus the acne is slowly disappearing, YAY )