Today I am listening to the sound of the falling snow and all I hear is the beating of my own heart.

There are moments when I find myself thinking about my life and how I got here. Depending on my mood usually determines my reaction to the state of things. Sometimes I am sad, sometimes angry and yet, at times, I am hopeful. The more days that pass, the more the 'hopeful' reaction seems believable. I find myself wanting so desperately to grab hold of the reins and run with it. As I explained to a friend of mine recently - I need to not think about it so much and jump in with both feet. Right now, I am in it but I still have the toes of one foot attached to the wall and I can't seem to pull them away. The fear of failure becomes paralyzing and holds on tight.

I heard someone say once - 'The walls are only there to let us know how much we really want something'

I really want it.