Where do I pick up and the past ends?

I feel like I've been letting my life float past me. Day by day, every second right past me. I think I caught a glimpse of the minutes escaping me. Slowly my eyes are opening up. I know I need to jump back on and start life again, but I don't know where to start. I'm going to start looking for a job in a salon soon. Not for money or anything, but because I love my work so much that I need to take the next step. I have to admit that it's scary trying to put the small broken pieces of yourself back together. One by one, trying to remember how fragile they were before. Some times in life dreams don't come true. It's hard to absorb that thought. Dreams don't always come true. I guess that's why dreams come and go. We change and our dreams can change. As something fails, something changes, and evolves in life. I'm evolving in my life. I'm not sure what I really want, but I have an idea, and a foundation to stand on. God provides. I will be stronger this time, maybe less likely to pull away and close off. Here's to dreams.