The ecstasy of life...

The ecstasy that is life is staggering.

That's what the point of all this is. Living. Life. Feeling the ecstasy through every high and low until the last wave has passed over us.

So many people miss out on so much living because they are trying to figure out what they are living for...living toward. The present is the toward. The pain felt so deep it is exquisite, the thrill felt from your crown to your toes, the joy so great it seems unable to be contained by these shells of flesh we occupy...this is all the point.

The happiness of simple pleasures...sunshine on your face, the laughter of a child, the warm breeze, all of this is part of the ecstasy. The anger, the passion, the hurt, the rage...all incredibly beautiful ingredients of life. The grief, the tears, the seemingly unbearable pain. Without any of these the others would cease to exist, and life would simply fall away.

It isn't often I stop to be thankful for the whole picture around me, and yet I am ever aware.

“Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.” ~Emily Dickinson

So this is the new blog...

I've been contemplating what to write to break my streak of NOT writing, and yet here I am still as blank as ever. So I decided to just wing it.

My last blog entry (way back when on MySpace) was on my daughter's birthday in October 2008. Been a good minute. I sigh when I think I used to write every couple of days, then it spaced out to once a week, then once a month, and now I'm not even writing once a year. So, this is me trying to fix that. I also have a birth blog on my website, which I hope to be re-inspired to post soon.

I've moved most of my old blogs over to this site. Feel free to go back and take a look, and drop me a line if you feel froggy.

Not sure what my upcoming blogs will look like, but I do have a few ideas. I will say blogging here rather than on MySpace is a little exciting and nerve wracking all at once. Exciting because MySpace is seriously a tool. Nerve wracking because on MS I was fairly anonymous but had lovely, faithful readers. I have no idea if anyone will read, comment, or subscribe here. And still I will continue to write and post, regardless if every word is utter shit.

To start things off, here is my promise. Sometimes I will make you mad, sometimes I will make you laugh, sometimes I will make you yawn. I am witty, fun, serious, angry, carefree, troubled, boring, exciting, bitchy, kind, confident, and afraid all in one. This is me. Take me or leave me, love me or hate me. I'll still be me. And as always, I try not to suck.

~Candi