------------- EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON -----------have too many. I horseride, snow ski, I love singing in the shower, love to sketch, love art, gardening (what!) and growing things - its fun!, acting, drama, being on stage, nana naps, going to the gym, yoga, LOVE rippin it up on the dance floor with no care in the world (and im GOOD), my friends, my family, my dog :), love a good glass of wine, healthy food, junk food, conversation that makes love to your soul, moments, thunder storms, sunsets, sunrises, rainbows, photography, photo albums, snail mail and hand written letters (cant beat it), music music music, writing poetry, acoustic guitars anytime, pretending I can play my acoustic guitar, hiking in the the North American rockies, smiles, eyes (windows to the soul), people in general - that facsinate me, being a loser with my sister and oldest friends, being comfortably numb, my uni course and friends and how truly genuine they are, hot baths, hot tubs under the stars, the moon, hugs, cuddles, perfume, shoes (now I understand shoe-a-holics), sleeping in, sky diving and anything adventurous and off the beaten track, exploring, spirits and angels, quotes, makeup artist, veterinary nurse, travel agent, nanny, dental nurse, bartender, learning, partying, road trips, good manners, old fashioned values, remembering birthdays, my boyfriends and my girlfriends...life.After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesnt mean leaning and company doesnt mean security. And you learn that kisses are not contracts and presants are not promises. And you begin to accept defeats with your head up and your eyes wide open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads on today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really do have worth, and you learn and you learn...With every goodbye, you learn...
