I can’t believe it’s been two months (another Blog written in July) already and what an interesting time it has been. A few challenges along the way with work and my personal …emotional state, of dealing with each situation as they came up.
That uninvited kiss – well he continued to push, he wanted me to be reliant on him, stating that he only wanted to look after me. Only his behaviour and words triggered things within me to the point where I didn’t like who I was – doubting myself, allowing my confidence to waiver. He wanted to control ……That’s not what I wanted or needed; another control freak. He is not currently in my life anymore and that is such a relief. I am able to go about my job without being sexually harassed. He was a broken man, not willing to look at himself or take responsibility for anything.
Stalker – an interim order is in place and last I heard he announced to everyone that he was moving to Melbourne to be with me- he flew down a week or two ago. Haven’t heard as to his whereabouts. He is currently on ice in my freezer.
Work – challenges from day to day
My job is to call a code when something happens and
assistance is required immediately. Well on this particular day, I had no ear
piece and the officer with me was too busy talking to me with his back to the
threat. I politely informed him he needed to attend the conflict happening behind
him and knowing there were two other officers outside the door… I took off
running to inform them. Only on camera it looks like I’m fleeing the situation
all together. The code was called and assistance was there in moments to deal
with the situation at hand.
How things can be misinterpreted… especially when you don’t see the whole picture. So I was known as the girl who runs …. Just what I needed, however it was soon forgotten as the next situation became more interesting to talk about.
Here is a blog I started back in July… I finally got around
to finishing it.
I have this one friend who I’ve known for at least 10 years
if not more, we started off working together – he was my best friend, then
circumstances lead us both in a different direction and we lost contact. Until
recently that is and I can say it’s been a whirlwind with him back in my life.
However, I wouldn’t have it any other way,
He has taken it upon himself to keep me in check…. If he
reads a post that’s a bit concerning he’s on the phone to me:
To kick my arse
To check if I’m OK (with some arse kicking of course)
Some great amounts of wisdom behind the madness that is him
A shoulder to lean on
And the advice he can offer to me when it comes to my new found job
A couple of weeks ago… I posted two blogs detailing my
journey into the new job, my emotional journey that is and the struggles of
those first few weeks, experiencing the new job, the new location, not having a
vehicle and so on.
Well that very same day I received a couple of text
“You are on this path for a reason, Welcome to chaos… Embrace it. Any problems or questions about the job you are doing call me… call me back”
Then another message… “Don’t make me fly to Melbourne”
So I call him back… and I have not laughed so much in a long
It’s was a gentle reminder that no matter how far away I am
from my support system, family and friends, some in particular still have my
back and will go out of their way to still be a part of my life, while others
have ………..simply slipped away not to be heard from again. And I’m good with
that – they no longer serve a purpose in my life or me, in their life.
So to this man of ‘Chaos’, I am extremely grateful to you for being that gentle… well somewhat forceful reminder in my life that I do have people around me that I can lean on.
Here is a blog I started last week
as I was going through the emotions of events happening around me:
We pretend (a line out of one of Pinks songs); Well I know that’s exactly as I’m living my life at the moment, pretending. Pretending – that I’m not falling apart from the inside out, as I allow the behaviour of one very misguided man dictate how I choose to live my life. My body is constantly in fight or flight mode. I’m not sleeping and when I do the nightmares slip in……that he finds me, he knows where I am, I can feel his eyes watching my every movement, looking over my shoulder, not knowing where or when he will appear right in front of me.
I’m allowing this man to control my life and he’s still in bloody
Queensland…. I need to take back my power and live, not to live in fear. Fear
feeds his energy in my life and I do not want that. I have travelled too far in
my life’s journey to allow this arseholes energy to take over my life. WTF am I
I know how to do this! TAKE BACK YOUR CONTROL GIRL… BE THAT
WARRIOR GODDESS who does not need to look over her shoulder, who lives that
life she’s always wanted, who allows fear to slip on by – not even leaving a
mark on her armour. Find your inner strength again sweetheart …. “FOR YOU HAVE
GOT THIS!” Do not feed the negative energy! Do not own it! Do not allow someone else’s
actions to control your reactions. STAND TALL AND STRONG…… AND LIVE! Live in the power of strength, bring that
strength up from your core, breathe in love, take your power from the nature
around you, draw on mother earth’s energy, meditate and find your inner
strength. YOU HAVE GOT THIS!
Do not blame him or yourself for these actions but focus on
the healing, forgiving his sorry freaking arse! I’m angry at myself for
allowing him to take up too much time in my mind, angry at him for the
behaviour. I feel empathic towards him and sadness …. There is a feeling of
hopelessness around him, someone who has been let down again and again losing
all sense of reality around him. The need to create a relationship that is not
real, only it’s very real to him, in desperation of wanting to be loved, to
love and the lines of reality were crossed, no longer able to see the truth as
it’s blurred beyond this world’s reality (these are my own feelings and
viewpoints concerning him, his truth may be very different).
So I am going to go out there today and live my life, finish today’s training and be strong for it, not giving this man a thought (as tears run down my face, not quite believing that I am able to accomplish this – to push the fear aside and just be. It may take a few more days to reach that thought process).
I’m glad to say that my day was fantastic as the training
involved defensive moves and first aid; I left feeling empowered, I felt like –
the real me; probably for the first time since starting my new job. It was
awesome, invigorating and strengthening to my inner self.
We are now at the end of the week and my emotions have been up and down, a fabulous roller coaster ride it has been as I’ve worked through each of these. I’ve started holistic work again (a new segment created at work to allow me to work with what I know); it was absolutely amazing to be doing what I love and know; the connection with spirit as I worked with others. It brought joy back into my life. And there is now an interim order in place for the other issue. The relief I felt as the judge agreed that an order needed to be in place. That breath that I hadn’t been aware that I was holding – released……oooohhhhh
I will continue on this journey of STANDING IN MY POWER, some days may have challenges and diversions, but I will continue to grow, heal and release the old to strength my inner core, my inner goddess to one day – to be able to Stand in My Power without waiving or taking on anybody else’s crap.
I chose to not answer my phone, read any text messages or
listen to the voices in my head.
Instead I chose to write two blogs (where I realised that I
had been allowing someone I had recently met dictate my behaviour and how I saw
myself), meditated and did some exploring around Melbourne.
Now let’s dissect that last sentence:
The two blogs:
Before writing them I had been left feeling confused, unsure
as to what I was doing, and I started to believe that maybe, just maybe I did need a man around me in my life, to
have that someone who wanted to look after me, to want to help me. I know he
had only good intentions at heart when he said; ’he only wanted to look after
me’. However the implications for ………MYSELF were momentous. I returned back to being
that sacred little girl, who feared life in general, who always wanted someone
to look after her, only to be left disappointed and heartbroken every time. I
struggled with this inner conflict of what once was and who I wanted and choose
to become – each contradicted the other, hence the turmoil within my heart. I
became; this women that no longer believed in the choices she had recently
made, her self-confidence began to wavier, her thoughts turning to the
negative, she was once again that little girl who cried out for touch, for
love, for connection. I didn’t like who I was when with this beautiful soul –
that little girl who couldn’t help herself. His actions triggered a negative
pattern/ behaviour within me, closing myself off to the outside world, hiding
in a corner as I did as a child, protecting myself from the world that I only
saw as dangerous and something to fear.
At that moment of realisation, I chose ME! I had moved to
Melbourne for me, so I could discover who I wanted to be, (not to fall back
into old habits) who did I choose to be! And the only way I know how to do this
– is to be on my own, sharing moments with new friends, experiencing and
exploring Melbourne. Everything about Melbourne screams at me to find all of
those hidden unique locations, those places that leave a special memory, that
touch your heart, to allow your own inner freedom to expand to overflowing
where your put your total trust in the universe. Freedom! The excitement of
discovering what you like, of experiencing that something new, and being able
to just take your time to discover the new …….YOU!
Allowing myself to be vulnerable in those moments is part of
the excitement. Finding what makes my own Inner Child happy, to bring out the playfulness, the childlike
qualities, seeing the eyes open wide, the smile on her face and the excitement
play forth as she jumps up and down with glee, with wonder. As everything is
new and fresh, yet to be discovered or experienced. Empowering myself to be in
the now – the very moment of experiencing every second and every connection
with the world around me; using all of my senses to get the full experience of
each delicious moment. Closing your eyes and allowing your senses to take over
to the sounds, tastes, smells, sensations and sights.
I did exactly that as I took myself to West Melbourne for
the day. I started at Queen Victoria Markets where I enjoyed the sounds of
music…street music. The aromas of different foods as fragrances drifted with
the wind, the tastes of Malaysia as stopped and enjoyed lunch, watched the many
cultures wander past, sounds of people talking in an array of languages, the
beauty of colours, the graffiti, the buildings – the height and reflection of
the sun as the colours radiate around me. There was so much beauty; only to be
missed by so many others, who are too busy to notice the little things. My
senses were going wild taking in all of the new, all that was around me, the
excitement building as I realised I had only just begun to explore Melbourne.
Next I strolled around Flagstaff Gardens, enjoying the
silence of nature, watching the tall, strong ancient wisdom of the trees, as
the assortment of coloured leaves -yellow, orange, brown and red lay on the ground,
the dog running around its owner, the coolness of the breeze as it blew through
my hair and on my face, crisp and fresh. Taking those deep breathes, breathing
in the new air and releasing the old stale burdens of the week. Refreshing,
renewing and giving me the strength I needed to be me. Grounding,
strengthening, was connecting me back to what I know – the universal energy of
As I made my way back towards the train station I noticed
The Hellenic Museum (formerly known as the Royal Mint Building) was open with
its latest exhibit from the Benaki Museum, Athens, this included the following
Sam Jinks – the Messenger ( an amazing sculpture
inspired by the Greek Goddess Iris)
Omeirio (photographic collection inspiring discussion, it captures
the way in which our history, culture and art shape the way in which we view
Beyond Attica: Art of Magna Graecia (a
collection of vases from Athenian – a rich collection of pottery techniques and
styles of decoration used in Ancient Greek)
Gods, Myths & Mortals (Greek Treasures
across the Millennia, celebrating the continuity and transformation which
shaped the Greek World)
Cast Ancient Greek Statues (Classical Cast
Replicas of Aphrodite, Zeus , Hermes and infant Dionysos)
Cypriot Pottery (of the bronze and iron ages)
Each exhibit in itself was amazing, giving you a picture of
what it would have been like, the quality of each piece telling its own story.
I found the Messenger spoke to me the most – there was just something about the
reflection of the piece that sent shivers through my body, reminding me that I
am being looked after no matter where I go or what I am doing – and that our
very own reflection is what we see in other people, those ones that trigger
certain things within you.
Inspiration would be the word I’d choose to expression my day, as a peace settles over me on my journey back home. Where will my exploring take me next?
It seems you have to be careful who you talk to these days….
When I started doing volunteer work in February I spoke to everyone there,
whether employed, volunteered or the clients that walked through the door… I
was friendly to everyone. I didn’t treat anyone any different to the other.
Unfortunately one man in particular took my friendliness as a
doorway to a make believe relationship. He would turn up at my job, make
comments to other employees, that he’d had his fix for the day… meaning he had
either seen or spoken with me. Things got a little weird as the months went on…
he always seemed to know where I was at any given day.
So moving to Victoria… two states away, I thought that it
was the last I’d heard from him. Sad to say it wasn’t, he’s been harassing my
family and friends, he seems to have escalated… asking anyone and everyone I
know about me, how to contact me, wanting them to pass on messages; even
sending flowers to a government department hoping to locate me.
So the warning bells are ringing extremely loud at the
moment, as I do not know what he’ll do next. My family and friends are all
aware of the situation and are taking precautions, blocking him on Facebook as
he tries to add them as friends, refusing to give any details or information
I’m hoping that he will move on with his own life and leave
me to mine, I wish him all the best and hope that he finds that someone special
to share the rest of his life with.
A week later…….
Well hopeful thinking hasn’t worked to my advantage: it doesn’t look like he’s moving on anytime soon as he has now informed his current workplace that he has a job in Melbourne and will be moving shortly. I think I turned white when reading the message from a friend, informing me of this current change. And the fear sank into the depths of my bones, not sure as to what to do or how to proceed with this situation, so I am reaching out to the local police station this weekend for some advice and praying to all of the Gods available that this guy will just go away. Letting me live my life in peace!
It’s been just over two weeks and Victoria has not been that kind to me weather wise, the sun slips out from behind those clouds for the shortest of moments, teasing, reminding me of what I left behind, challenging me, giving me the choose, tempting me…… to give up and move back to Queensland; the Sunshine State. Oh… How I miss the Sunshine!
I’m emotional; it seems all the
time, I can be walking to the bus crying, moving between activities with tears
in my eyes – as I’m missing all things that were once familiar to me, location
(Sunny Coast, the beaches, the hinterland) (even now as I write this, there are
tears running down my face)friends, job, and even my customers. I’m frustrated
to say the least, lost and scared of failing, fearful that I have made the
wrong choice. Tired – locking myself away on my days off; isolating myself
which I tend to do very well.
So many people are just waiting
for me to fail, wanting to see me give up and admit that I made the wrong
choice. Disheartened – putting expectations on anything, will do that too you. Living
in the moment prevents this… which is hard when all of your focus is on what’s
Am I feeling sorry for myself –
absolutely? Focusing on what I don’t have
or am missing is the focus of this week – the process of moving forward –
challenging. Death of my past… grieving for my loss, finding, discovering who I
am without it and I don’t think I’m doing such a great job of that (or maybe
I’m just being too hard on myself as I often am).
My job – it’s still undecided whether I actually enjoy it or not, you see the people I work with are waiting for me to fail, to give up, telling me that I won’t be here for long; as I’m the wrong type (whatever that is supposed to mean, I’m not sure) I’m struggling just to find my feet in this position, my voice…my confidence, my belief in myself. It feels like so much is stacked up against me. A big part of me is ready to give up. Tears just keep on coming; I want something familiar around me. I have some of my belongings, mostly still packed as I don’t have the space to put it.
And to top it all off…..one of my work colleagues decided he’d go for it and give me a kiss (not just once kept coming back for more)- WTF! Like I’m not confused enough and have all of the other shit floating around in my crazy thoughts and now this…. It’s one of those moments of screaming from deep within where no one but you knows that you are screaming; closed off to feeling anything other than the craziness of my mind.
One thing I have to say when it comes to staying in Motels….. the walls are way to thin…. from screaming children, snoring, being able to hear the conversations and the couple next door going hard at it. Lack of sleep is bound to happen. With the lack of sleep I’m off to a slow start this morning and planning a way shorter day.
It felt long a long drive today, even though it was probably one of the shortest days i’ve had… open roads with just trees, dirt and plenty of dead animals along the way. Dry country in much need of water. As I get closer to my destination I can feel the change in temperature, the rains falling, gently hitting the windscreen and the heat does actually work in the car. Very excited about that.
Dubbo… I walked the main street of Dubbo, explored the Old Goal, creepy, eerie sensation, I wouldn’t like to be there at night. They had displayed the hangman’s equipment, talked about how people were executed, and the life within the goal; it was horrible.
Moving on to the Shoyoen Japanese Gardens…beautifully done. The fish were amazing, as they reach the surface, expecting a feed, mouths wide open as if they were speaking to you; I’m sure if I had listened closely I may have been able to hear them. The colours of the plants, trees and flowers were amazing – the colours of autumn were all around Dubbo and not just in the garden.
A quick stop at Big W to buy a thicker jumper and some thermal socks. And finally a Chai Latte. Nice and warm, warming my very core.
Onwards to Orange…. the country of wines. As you drive into Orange, the first thing I noticed was the amazing colours of the autumn leaves all around. Oranges, Reds, Yellow and browns – so much colour. I found myself at one of the many Art Gallery’s here in Orange – a little bit of culture never hurt anyone. Some fantastic work and others looked like any child could do it. The use of colour and lines were the main focus of one artist, interesting. The bright oranges, reds and aqua were what drew me in.
Time for some wine tasting, so I headed out towards the mountains, where less than an hour ago it was snowing. So bummed that I missed it – hence the icy cold winds. So I visited this gorgeous winery and did some taste testing , I found only a couple of the wines I actually enjoyed and walked away with a bottle of their Cherry Liquor. Visited the local lake on the way back into the main street to find accommodation for the night.
On my travels I have meet a few different women, who I have been able to share parts of my story with… each one of them has walked away feeling inspired, hopeful and looked forward to the changes that they themselves could make in each of their own lives. That in itself was encouraging to me, as I never saw myself as being an inspiration to others, just by following my own heart and changing my life; completely starting over with nothing other than what I could fit into the hired car. It felt good.
As I journeyed to Port Macquarie at 5.30am I could see the sun on the horizon, it was in different hues of pink, blue and orange, so beautiful. I knew I needed to get to the beach to watch it continue to rise. It was well worth it, as the sky grew brighter and brighter – i got colder and colder, the scarf and beanie came out along with an extra jumper. It was a magnificent view all around, walking up to the lookout watching the waves crush against the rocks below, not sure as to what direction to look as it was breath-taking.
I decided that i would go inland to Tamworth which turned out to be a very long drive. I drove through Wauchope to Walcha – and what a journey that was. It took me through Cottan-Bimbang National Park which was 60km of tortuous bends and curves. There are over four hundred plus bends along this section. The scenery however was spectacular.
Finally arriving in Walcha, I noticed numerous sculptures on the streets, from human forms to a phoenix, and other forms of art. That was the highlight for me in this small town.
At Tamworth I visited the Big Golden Guitar where I had the opportunity to speak to one of the volunteers. She kindly shared her life story with me and how her strength and courage allowed her to leave her abusive husband – Inspirational Women. Through the encouragement of this women I then visited the Australian Country Music Hall of Fame…
I am enjoying every aspect of this journey, the driving, the exploring, meeting new people, singing loudly and rather badly, allowing the wind to blow through my hair (as it is no longer, long enough to get knotty) and the beautiful countryside, which is in much need of rain. The hills and mountains, the open paddocks, horses, cows, sheep, goats and even a few llamas, so much to see and take in. The roadworks however was disappointing as its everywhere, a plague that seems to spread from one state to the next. Frustrating to say the least.
Coonabarabran is one of those smaller towns that turn out to be a surprise, full of little treasures. Crystal Kingdom – a museum of gems and fossils found throughout Australia, some beautiful pieces on display. A great place to end a rather long day, even my fingers are complaining as they begin to swell. Taking a stroll down the main street where I discovered this gorgeous park full of color, some historical buildings, the clock tower and that there were no coffee shops left open (I’m going to have to wait for that chai latte until tomorrow).
Life is but a journey…….. I have been unsocial when it comes to social media lately, took myself away from the drama and negative, the pulling of unhealthy patterns. So, over the last few months I have experienced so much change within myself. Becoming stronger, experiencing life, and journeying, choosing to experience things I have put off for years, due to lack in one way or another.
First, I went and made a Native American Healing drum.. so excited to finally have my very own drum. Oh the beautiful sound that it makes- touches the soul, my soul, my own personal healing vibration. So much healing took place during that workshop. An experience I would do again, the people I met and some of which I reconnected with. So many blessed, unique souls all in one place. A beautiful day I’ll always remember and a unique healing drum all of my own; to sooth my soul.
Then, I finally got my second tattoo,(I’ve waited about 20years for this)a Phoenix, on my right shoulder. The tattooist did a wonderful job, his gentle but painful touch worked its magic to create a piece of art on my skin that I’ll treasure forever. A symbol of my journey, my healing, my growth and my movement forward, rising out of those ashes, leaving behind what no longer serves me, a reminder that I am a new better version of me. Stronger to had experienced the hurts, disappointments, traumas and life in general. Only to recreate ME. This journey will continue each and every day as I rediscover that things I once knew, liked and even disliked are no longer the same. I AM no longer the same. I am enjoying this new part of me, rediscovering who I am, who I choose to be, challenging myself to reach higher, believe for more, having faith and trusting in myself and the universe to reach these goals and so much more. Of course some days are still a struggle, but every tomorrow is a new day, a chance to begin over……..
After the tattoo, I decided it was time to go and seek out a Naturopath to sort my health issues out. I was lead to a beautiful soul, she was not just a naturopath but a Kinesiologist also, what a fantastic combination. A great first session and a detox begun. I am excited for this journey of better health. Gut issues were causing so many problems throughout my body: Hormones, thyroid, interrupted periods, kidney and liver, general feeling of being unwell, constantly bloated and in pain of some sort throughout the body. I look forward to a better and new me physically – internally and externally.
Next, I hopped on a plane and flew to Melbourne for a job interview(it was a 2nd interview with this company)…. what was I thinking (ran through my head for days before, while I was down there and even once I’d returned)…. however, it felt right, it felt new…. could this be the next part of my journey? While I wait, I’m packing, rearranging my affairs and putting things in place as if I am moving to Melbourne. It just feels right. A waiting game as the end of the week draws near, waiting with anticipation for the results that could change my life dramatically. I am looking forward to this move.
While in Melbourne I stayed with family. A family I didn’t know very well as they only came into my life about 15years ago, just before my Grandfather passed away (you see, he left when i was young, and had another family and they moved from NZ to Australia. My mum later found him and we were lucky enough to see him again before he passed. And meet this new family). My Aunt and Uncle welcomed me with open arms, inviting me into their home as family. I felt welcomed, loved and a part of their world. Dinner at Mosaic’s where their friends meet and music played, my Aunt sang a couple of beautiful songs (which she whispered that they were dedicated to me, I held back my tears, joyful tears, acceptance, loved and a part of something new for me).
SO now, as I sit here ,waiting to hear the outcome of my interview, I keep myself busy, distracting myself of the negative that my body once knew, focusing on creating my next mandala set for the shop in Montville and waiting for the mechanic to arrive to fix my back brakes, packing, deciding what Iwill and will not take with me, blogging (it feels good to blog again) and enjoying my beautiful views of the Hinterland that surrounds me. I look forward to the next part of my journey; wherever that may be.
The twists and turns in ones life, can internally tear you up, one disappointment after the other, you can put yourself out there, apply for those jobs, reach out to find new clients, contact old friends, volunteer, find yourself in casual affairs and still its one knock back after the other; in one way or another. Life just keeps on throwing those challenges in your face – every time you think you’re heading in a new direction or the right direction, another door slams in your face. Life certainly is not fair at times.
What do you do? Fall down and crumble in yet another setback – that’s exactly what I want to do a this moment in my life. To give up, to go home to the father, to just run away and hide somewhere deep within the forest, never to be found or seen again.
What is the freakin (other words used) point of this bullshit? As you can see i am still at the cross-roads in my life, dealing, barely living and waking up every morning to an existence of freakin ants taking over my home, every minute of the day, they are everywhere, i can feel them crawling over me – I can not handle it anymore. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh……………………………(yes another one of those screaming moments; in my tantrum of defeat).
Healing, releasing, letting go, really what does that even mean…. you can do all of that numerous times in your life – over and over again, all to be repeated months, years or even days again…….. and again, there will always be something to heal from…….. ancestral crap (why couldn’t they deal with their own freakin shit instead of leaving it for us to deal with – don’t we have enough of our own bullshit (and that includes the parents, the ones who don’t want to look at their own burdens, but will gladly interfere in yours)).
The anger left to brew, the music blaring, I must thank him for the introduction to King Diamond, Iron Maiden and the likes, great to have around when the anger is brewing to overflowing. Maybe I should thank him for the heartache, the triggers that became dominate in my everyday living and being that play toy of yes/ no… oh yes please… oh no…. (my torture, of believing in someone and seeing more than what was really there – so thanks for being a huge freakin trigger of past damages, it was a pleasure or not so much)
I found this, and thought it appropriate in so many ways – “Grief doesn’t show; there is no excruciating physical pain that twists and turns your body, no visible wounds or scars, no blood tests that can testify that there is a monster living inside you and the torture is real.” – Poona Priyamvada
Each time we get hurt, let down, lose someone (either through death, or them leaving), losing yourself (those fragmented parts of your soul, that haven’t been recovered) or just general disappointments in life. We go through a period of grief at different levels. The grief, the pain is so very real for each individual, those on the outside don’t usually see it. So we go through our own torture chamber of the mind, creating so many different ways of making our life difficult, torture – the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on ourself as a form of punishment.
Those old belief patterns and things we were taught as we grew up… drummed into our minds, cells and our body, tormenting our everyday lives, creating havoc to the world around us. Every situation we come into there is a crazy mind moment of self loathing, self sabotage building a huge gigantic bridge between our life as we live to the life we desire. People might tell you change your thoughts (yeah right… like that’s going to happen right now..)
So tell me… why even bother in this world, in this life, with the people around you or even those you meet. Most of the time they just re-enforce that they really are not worth a moment of your time, however we still tend to go back for more. Why????????? Some warped desire to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved – no one can love you the way you can love yourself.
So whats next?> I have NO FREAKIN idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess I just keep waking up every morning hoping that one day soon life will show me something more.. something worth being here for.