Hello beautiful soul! 

We are all so many things.  For most of my adult life, I have been on the journey of self-discovery.  Along with that came a lot of knowledge, a lot of opinions, a lot of help and suggestions.  Here is what I am learning, only I really know who I am and who I want to be.  And (this is the big one) only I can allow myself to be that!  If I do not accept myself the way I am (with room for improvements of course), how do I expect anyone else to do so?

I am learning to be unapologetically me.

Me: (part of me… I am many things. Stick around to get to know me more.)

I don’t care that I’m sometimes impulsive and sometimes indecisive. I like being all and nothing sometimes. I’m not a fan of the middle too often.

I don’t want to have kids.

I like that I spend a lot of money on friends. Or spend more on clothes or stationery than other people- I like my quality and cute items. I’ll spend more for it.

I will not stop eating donuts and ice cream.

I’ll curse too much. Smile a lot. Laugh at dumb shit.

I’m quite when I have nothing to say, or when I’m too far in my own head. I’ll talk a lot when I’m excited. Sometimes I get loud.

I get sad and anxious often. It hits me like bricks. Or covers me like a death cloud. It takes over my whole body. Sinks into my soul.

I’m constantly finding a new part of me. I like trying new things. I like to do the things that scare me – or you.

I am more afraid of rejection, looking like a fool, of failing than of rock climbing, walking across a bridge at the tree tops, or jumping out of a plane.

I worry about how I look way too much. I care way too much. I don’t hold others to the same standard.

When I like myself, I really like myself. When I don’t, it’s almost unbearable.

I eat like a child most of the time, but I’ll try any food.

I like cute things. Small things. Colorful things. I like things.

But I don’t like to have too much “stuff” that just sits around pointlessly. I already have much to much of it.

I appreciate people’s advice, but sometimes I just need to hear, “it’s okay how you’re feeling, go ahead and feel that way.”

I say “I’m sorry” a lot because, get this… I am fucking sorry!

I feel a lot. I feel when you’re sad or anxious or happy or energized. I both love and hate this.

I like to dress up.

I like themes.

I love to dance. I cannot dance well, but I love to dance.

I like parties.

I like going to the city.

I’m not typically good at staying in.

My family are my friends and my friends are my family. I do not hold one above the other.

I like people very easily, but trust comes slow.

I am very open, but I hold a lot in too.

I AM all and I AM nothing, and I am okay with it.

I think the world is a wonderful, beautiful place full of joy and compassion and love.

I hope I never stop believing that.