Walking backward through my life I wonder what the roads I didn't take would have held.
Did I make a wrong turn, did I make the wrong choice?
Am I the woman I was mean to be, or am I a result of mistakes made and bad decisions?
One has to ask when sitting stagnate, have I missed a step that brought me here or am I just waiting for what's around the bend.
I am restless, antsy and waiting without much patience.
I question God at every turn, because something seems amiss and I can't quite get the kaleidoscope into focus.
The colors turn and the picture is there, and yet, there is something blank and void, and I can't wrap my hands and heart around it.
Where do I go from here?
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I am Jessica, Jess and Jezzy.
I am Christian, American, and Democrat.
I come from Riveroak Circle, Princess Apartments, and Whiteman AFB.
I come from apple tree houses in the Western North Carolina Mountains.
I come from Jim and Susie.
I come from days at the lake riding my ski board.
I am pigtails put up by my Papa.
I am singing along with Sandi Patti in the car with my Nana.
I am watching my daddy work on an old blue Ford pickup.
I am golden lockets handed down and rides to church with Papaw.
I come from UNCA with its fiery maple quad.
I come from the Wild Women and YaYa’s.
I come from the BSU.
I am a girl in layers of fluffy ruffles and patent leather shoes.
I am a woman in jeans and worn out flip flops.
I come from Yellow Jackets, Eagles and Titans respectively.
I am a Bulldog through and through.
I am the aunt of Batman, Spiderman, and the whole host of Disney Princesses.
I come from Buddy and Frances.
I come from a church choir that makes me laugh.
I come from friends who hold me when I cry.
I come from a place where baskets are dropped.
I am the woman who picked up her basket again.
I am happy.
I am Christian, American, and Democrat.
I come from Riveroak Circle, Princess Apartments, and Whiteman AFB.
I come from apple tree houses in the Western North Carolina Mountains.
I come from Jim and Susie.
I come from days at the lake riding my ski board.
I am pigtails put up by my Papa.
I am singing along with Sandi Patti in the car with my Nana.
I am watching my daddy work on an old blue Ford pickup.
I am golden lockets handed down and rides to church with Papaw.
I come from UNCA with its fiery maple quad.
I come from the Wild Women and YaYa’s.
I come from the BSU.
I am a girl in layers of fluffy ruffles and patent leather shoes.
I am a woman in jeans and worn out flip flops.
I come from Yellow Jackets, Eagles and Titans respectively.
I am a Bulldog through and through.
I am the aunt of Batman, Spiderman, and the whole host of Disney Princesses.
I come from Buddy and Frances.
I come from a church choir that makes me laugh.
I come from friends who hold me when I cry.
I come from a place where baskets are dropped.
I am the woman who picked up her basket again.
I am happy.
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