I didn't exactly have a fairy tale month after my 26th. It felt like I lost complete control of my life, nothing was going "right," people I thought were my friends hurt me, etc. Fourth of July weekend was the "climax." It was also the weekend when I realized that it's all about attitude, I don't need negativity in my life, and that it's not as bad as I thought it was.
It all happened when I saw the children playing and felt the lake wind blow through my hair, making all the self pity wash away.
(All photos taken by me)
