Me.... Today, Anyway.

I'm a different kind of girl. I walk with my head held high, and I'm not ashamed to actually mean it. There are people that I miss and things I cannot change. Overall though, I am happy. I will never know myself. I am always changing. I just want to look in the mirror and see a girl I would want to be friends with if I met her randomly on the street. I want to have something to say, and not just agree. I learned a valuable lesson recently and that is not to apologize if I am not sorry. Along those same lines, it important for me to say 'I'm sorry' when it really do mean it. My goals and dreams are changing. I'm pretty far from conventional, and maybe that's ok. I was always a book smart girl. I'm the one who didn't live up to her potential. Well, maybe that's crazy. My focus isn't money or status or selfishness. I'm more concerned about love, friendships, family and creativity... and living. Really LIVING! I may not be what you consider successful. Think of what your goals are for when you're old and grey, and maybe I'm onto something! I am not bragging. I have a long way to go. I have a lot to learn. I have a lot to be sorry about. I have insecurities. I am only human. I am putting one foot in front of the other, and reaching out to people along the way. I am giving people the opportunity to know me. To like me or not to like me. To love me or to leave me alone. I have let go of grudges. I wish my enemies well, even if most of the time I don't even know who they are or why. I am above it and beyond it. Though sometimes it takes a while to get over it. I was once in true love. I've started to fall for people since then. It scared me. I made mistakes. I'm sorry. I have fantasies. I want a small apartment in a BIG city for me and Boo. It worries me a little that I'm alone in my fantasies. I have drifted apart from people I never intended to. I am trying to find my way back. It's ok to remind myself that I'm ok. It's ok to like my alone time. I am not perfect, but I am ok with myself. I have regrets. They belong to me. I own my regrets and I own my peace. I don't belong to anyone.