Here I am. . . 25 (or 29ish). . .divorced from one great love. . . . permanently attached to my sweetest love. . . . as close as ever to handful more but left wanting more from them and direly separated from my newest. . . . writing you down. . . .stuck in a mecca of delightful mediocrity. . . .restless to discover more, defining my path with intuition. . . trying to make my world in line with my internal vision. . . . becoming self-reliant. . . learning to appreciate my uniqueness and personal values. . . searching for the most beautiful path to reach my dreams. . . thinking that the outcome is less important than ever. . . on a mission for truth. . . trying to see what other people see, empathizing me. . . . sifting my finds to see if they have potential to define or refine my path. . . . using my sense of wonder and treasured rose colored glasses to pinpoint joy. . . simplifying. . . relishing kindness and gentleness. . . delighting in humor. . . . working on pushing out the aggressiveness that I feel and instead facilitating persistence and loyalty to encourage other. . . . seeking to to get things done in my own way. . . wanting to be social and charming and loved. . . intensely loving a special few. . . caring deeply for 2 handfuls more. . . remembering to tell them all. . . .seeking a bond between my body and mind as well as my emotions and intellect. . . . committing to good. . . creating. . . . taking deliberate liberties. . . . still being fearful that my current happiness may have to be paid for with later sacrifices. . . forgiving. . . .apologizing. . . . wondering. . . .piling up possibilites. . . hurting . .. living..