Sure there are times that I want to flee—to be forgotten completely. I don’t want to be noticed. I want to be the quintessential definition of a lone ranger and ride off into the sunset with only a shadow disappearing into the distance. They would wonder who? and it doesn’t matter because I would be seeking my own thing.
That’s my belief in strength, but really I want to be remembered. I want to make an impact.
For some, it’s about relating to someone’s interest. For others, it’s about being present. For others still, it’s about showing generosity and deep helpfulness. But in all, it’s about being myself.
I used to hesitate, but sometimes now I have nothing to lose.
So I will be myself. I will tell you that I don’t like sandwiches, mushrooms or melted cheese. I won’t hide my anxieties of asking for help in stores or coordinated dancing. I will show you my inability to keep my room neat and organized. I won’t wear makeup or uncomfortable shoes. I will ask you the questions that I always genuinely want to know about you. I am that and more.
i feel like as we get older, we become more of the person we’re meant to be. and that’s admitting all of these things. :) i cannot justify paying more than $8 for grilled cheese. i don’t care if your cheese is made of unicorns.
actually i do care. we shouldn’t be eating unicorns. they’re probably an endangered species.