I felt compelled this morning to write again after not having written for so long.
It's been an amazing year in that I think I've finally grown up.
Yes - grown up.
This year has taught me that I don't have to cling to the 'me' of the past, that the 'angry me' is not the entirety of me, that I can rejoice in my blessings and the roof won't cave in (although my neck is braced as I write that - old habits...) - that I can be HAPPY. That it's okay to be HAPPY. That while I don't have the right to be happy, that there is no entitlement to be happy, it's still okay to be HAPPY.
I love my life, the crazy goals I set myself, the sense that I can actually do things, that I'm accomplished, that the world is simultaneously fucked up and beautiful, just like me.
An amazing year of looking inside, turning myself inside out and actually liking the result.
Truly blessed.
Truly, truly blessed.
