I have to stop living my life hoping that you’ll see me.
Not the version of me you think that I am, or that I should be. The real me. No masks, full of flaws and exquisitely imperfect.
I have, you know? I’ve been living my life with a persistent crick in my neck from looking back, for your approval, for so long.
That has to stop. It’s an unnecessary straw on the back of an already overburdened camel. It’s overwhelming and will absolutely see me continue to feel off-balance.
So, time to stop. (Easier said than done probably, but at least I’ve come to a point in my life where I recognize it enough to say it.) Time to just be me. Time to write for me, study for me, exercise and eat for me. Time to have the adventures I want to have, my beautiful little family in tow. Time to craft the life I want to live.
I don’t need your approval. I want it, I won’t lie, but I don’t need it.
I’m a gorram BAMF. If there’s something about me that you don’t like, something that doesn’t sit right and you wish that I would change, that’s your burden, not mine. I am who I am and I’m trying very hard to be the best possible version of me.
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Time to get to work.