I've reached a point in my life when I suddenly realized that I've woken up, and I've been dreaming all along. Case in point, that sentence was previously written as, "Sometimes you reach a point in your life when you realize you've woken up, and you've been dreaming all along." I think I've realized that I need to start living my life, this life, instead of referring to that all encompassing "you" as a pseudo-self-referral. Really it just ends up being one more layer to avoid talking about myself (yourself).

A friend of mine once told me years ago, "The best relationship you can ever hope to have better be with yourself because at the end of the day, there is nobody else." I thought I was doing that, and suddenly the blinders are gone and I need to take the driver's seat, except I'm about to go around a hairpin bend and the steering wheel's still going straight. Hit the brakes, use quick reflexes, and breathe. Another friend said to me, "You just need to be honest, no matter who it hurts." Not brutal honesty, although that has it's time and place, but honest at the right time and the right place with the right person.

I think that's why I've been avoiding blogging for so long, there's a part of me that balked at the idea of being dishonest, and I've finally reached a point when I have to be. That bend in the road that I'm always rambling about, it's here and it's now. Not 4 months from now, or coming up, I haven't even had a chance to "plateau" this time, but it's my turn to drive and I'm ready for the accelerator.