..to be you? Because to be me feels like…
I’m going somewhere slowly… very slowly, but at least I’m going somewhere, right?
Sometimes I feel exhausted and defeated. There are moments where I feel like the heavy weight of absolutely nothing is hanging on my shoulders and it’s a struggle to put one foot in front of the other.
Sometimes to be me feels like I’m competing against other people and their standards. It is almost as if I am continuously trying to live up to the goals and aspirations that others dream up for me, all the while I wishfully day dream of my own.
There are moments that being me feels like I am the strongest most powerful woman in the world. I feel as though there isn’t one thing any one person could say or do to make me feel less than bright. I shine during these moments like a diamond in the light.
There are times when being me feels like the most rewarding gift life has given me because even though I have lived a semi tough life, I wouldn’t ever want to switch my life for anyone else’s.
To be me feels nomadic. It feels adventurous and spontaneous, with added slight flickers of instability. To be me feels like a whirlwind of the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful.
To be me feels daunting yet refreshing.
To be me feels contradictory and imperfect. So much so that it’s completely perfect.
To be me makes me happy.
Now tell me… What does it feel like to be you?