I woke up this morning feel shitty, defeated, still battling this cold, sad I couldn’t go to my best friend’s baby’s baptism for fear of spreading this cold. I decided to go on a local adventure. I live in Newtown, CT, in Sandy Hook actually. When most people hear that they immediately apologize. I was not here for the tragedy but I think we all felt it. Before Sandy Hook, Newtown was famous for Fairfield Hills, which is now owned by the town and now has beautiful walking/jogging paths, soccer fields, baseballs fields and home to much more. Which is where this picture was taken. Still has the eerie run down feeling but it’s also beautiful.
Sometimes I wake up not sure if I have chosen the right path because I sometimes I feel defeated. I make no where as much as I used to, I’m struggling, but I LOVE where I am and what I do. I have lost the false comfort of money and have something that is priceless. Strength, love and passion.
Newtown is one of the strongest towns I have ever been to. I can’t even tell you how many happy faces and pleasant exchanges I had on my walk today. I love my new home. My walk reminds me I am where I am suppose to be. Through trials and tribulations come strength, I am strong, I am love, I am proud of journey and what I have overcome. I am proud to be a part of Newtown.