Sometimes....

I have been thinking a lot here lately.
Comparing my life to various things:
- A constructin barrel
- Camo Duct tape
-Duct tape
- Cup of Sweet Tea
- The word potentially
etc....

Today, I am throwing in a new one. One that is slightly awkward for me to use as a metaphor. Yet I still will continue. Today, I am comparing my life to that of a Rose bush. Now, if you have known me for more than like a day you probably know that I HATE roses! With a passion. The concept behind a rose bush though is phenominal. The fact that a thing of such beauty comes from an object that is harsh with thorns and is very residual. Yet the flower of beauty and grace is so delicate and genuine. Lately I feel as though at times I am the flower, my life full of beauty and love. Other times I am upset, angry, mad, or just plain in not a 100 % happy mood; these times I am the bush, full of thorns, set in my ways overtaking obstacles with a force to recone with. Often times, I am the reason for these feelings. Many times its boils down to being, just me. Today I feel like the bush. My goal is to once and ALWAYS be the rose. Yet, like I said before...I dislike ROSES...

J