MAYDAY

It's May First. Mayday. My 11th anniversary. A day of protest. A day of rubber bullets and fear tactics. A day of finding lost friends and bending at the waist full of laughter. Moving on without a simple thing, of you and me and the way we used to be. Disasters. Going forward and starting over. But I still miss..I still miss.

Life is always this cryptic for me. I'm still trying to get it in gear, write that preposal for New York, and give up on my old unforgiving friends. I'm trying to be a woman, a liberal, a mexica, and a mom, while juggling work and a new lifestyle that I hope will be free of alcohol, cigarettes and bad relationships. I'm trying to learn proper Spanish so that I can forget it and learn Nahuatl. I'm trying to speak up for things, even when its hard to have a strong voice. I'm trying to use what I think are my strengths for a greater good. I've resolved to get closer to happiness and let in and let it stay.

And, most importantly, I want a sexy butt.

I guess it all comes in time.