As a child I never felt insulated but I did feel loved. My realism may have been a bit too real, as a lot of frustration came from actual realities failing to meet the expectations or dreams of a child who wanted to be happy and whole. Keeping it real came at a price that my adolescence paid for-dearly. Whether I had more fantasy going on than the next kid, who knows, but early on I had dreams that would have to wait on fulfillment. I was.
Maturity saw a wonderfully special kaleidoscope. I discovered that being me was more than good enough and that I didn't need permission to say I need, want, can or NO. A lot of the transition came in finding out which individuals were actual friends instead of labeling everyone the same. Differentiating the genuine smiles and the pasty-can't wait to get outta here smirks. Defining truth from lie. Dropping the notion that I needed to be married by a certain age or accomplishing all of my goals by a certain time. Believing that only when I had enough money I could start a business, live a better life or see dreams become reality. Age has lent itself as a kind counterpart. I finally figured out the goals needing single structure achievement or those taking time to crown. Challenging the triumphs instead of taking too long of an exhalation, realizing a hiccup can rob you of the accomplished breath you need to finish. I am.
It is enough to be me. It is enough to be liked and loved by those who choose to. It is enough to be satisfied with life as I see it, defined by me-and no one else. For the adult I am and continue aspiring to grow further still as...
I will be.
Until next time~