I am, I think, I Know. . .

I am, I think, I know,.....

I am: A two year survivor (no WARRIOR) of Breast Cancer.
I think: about food all the time.
I know: less and less every day. I learn more about what I what I don’t know or what I thought I new.
I want: to be able to live so that no matter when that last day comes, my life will have counted for eternity.
I have: a hard time moving out of my comfort zones.
I dislike: when I see someone teased, belittled or bullied.
I miss: Eating anything I like and as much of it as I like and still be skinny (like when I was a kid).
I fear: Doing anything in public.
I feel: Very deeply about other‘s feelings and their pain and suffering..
I hear: Songs. Always in my head. Always the birds outside.
I smell: not anymore, I just showered.
I crave: Anything sweet. I would rather sweet than the best meat and potato dinner in the world.
I search: For my purpose in life. What God wants from me with this “second chance” at life.
I wonder: Is this it? Could it be He‘s done with me?.
I regret: Sweating all the small stuff in life. REALLY small.
I love: My roudy, misbehaved, anxiety-ridden, disobedient, self-willed Lab, Buster.
I care: About people who are hurting.
I am always: hours early.
I worry: about my tomorrows. I know I’m commanded not to. But it’s there.
I remember: almost everything from childhood.
I have: All that I need and it‘s always enough.
I dance: Never. Two left feet. They don’t move in any form of coordination.
I sing: Always. If not outloud, in my heart, but not in public. Old hymns pop in first.
I don’t always: Put on my happy face or use my inside voice.
I argue: About what‘s for dinner ---- every day.
I write: poetry. Letters then hit “delete.”
I lose: grocery lists, a lot. Keys. Tops to pans.
I wish: I could buckle down and lose the rest of this weight. I’m always on the fence.
I listen: for quiet.
I don't understand: War, abuse, killing, torture, neglect.
I can usually be found: at home or at my sister’s home.
I need: A new car.
I forget: everything. I used to have the memory of an elephant.
I am happy: A deep happy - yes. On the surface, I’m quiet, don’t smile much, and people think I’m Unhappy, mad, or depressed.