My name is Melissa, but you can call me Mel, Melly Belly, or Mel-a-licious. My age is 34. I am everyone & no one. I know nothing, but I understand a lot. I am in love with life and the present moment! I have produced one son, Noah. He's an only child; a rough draft with unlimited potential. He makes me laugh while keeping me in check. He is my most favorite person I have ever known! We care for two Chihuahuas, Rocky and Pinky, who are integral parts of our family. Pinky reminds us there is power in meekness, while Rocky reminds us of the dangers of peevishness and hostility. Together we live in harmonious chaos.
We can thrive from a deep well-spring of joy that bubbles up from within – a joy that is not dependent upon external factors (but that can be covered up or hidden by outer circumstances if we shift our focus from internal to external).
Ever since I was young, my mind has often been jumping to extreme scenarios. I could be having a conversation with a random person, and suddenly my mind would bring forth a severe thought like, “I wonder what would happened if I just punched this person in the throat? I wonder how they would react?”
On that day I stood tall, at the foot of my death bed, metaphysically. Knowing that to start anew I’d have to crawl, and this transformation was aphoristically. The past has faded. The future doesn’t exist. Time is illusorily jaded.