New Direction?

Sometimes I sit at my computer to write a post, and think Do I really want to share this with my anonymous blog world?  When I first began this blog, I was an angst-ridden teenager who was too angry with the world, and too restricted in how much of my mind I could speak. But now, I have matured (in some ways) and grown up. I don't see the world as such an oppressive and cruel place. I have made my own place. I am happy where I am in my life now. Sure, there are things I want to happen. I still have dreams, desires and wishes. But my plans for life are starting to fall into place, piece by piece. It's fun to watch the puzzle of my future be put together.

With that being said, I am no longer that angry high schooler who needed to have some place to vent about how unfair life is. So my question is, what direction will this blog take? I have thought about turning it into a "lifestyle" blog, but that will probably turn some people away. And I am pretty sure there are enough "shidduchim" blogs out there to keep everyone occupied with how they will marry off all those anonymous bloggers.

So... where to go? What direction should I turn this blog? Far left? Right turn? U-Turn?

Hm....

Elation

I wandered these streets

Heart elated

Mind debated

All the struggles I have faced

And will face

Something about this place

Makes all the pieces

Of my broken heart

Hopeful for a new start

There is peace here

Something special so near

I could walk here for miles

And never feel a drop of fatigue

So it would seem

I could lose all my worries

And not have a single care

Just from breathing in this air

All the questions

Fade to nothingness

And the answers

Have always been before me

And here I can open my eyes

To see

That with you

Is the only way to live

And without you

Is no life at all

Coming Home

Is this real?

Can it be true?

Too long apart

I am returning to you

I have heard you calling

A faint whisper

Lost in the chaos

I strained to listen

And could hear your plea

Desperately

Waiting for me

After months

I am coming home.

For one second, it was too good to be true.

And guess what.

It was.

At least I have the memories...