At the end of some days, I look in the mirror and wonder who the hell it is staring back at me.
Everything I have to be can either pull me down to the lowest of lows, or lift me higher than I ever thought possible.
Real life is an incredibly complex place to be sometimes.
The smallest of gestures can enlighten even the darkest of moments. The smallest of mistakes can be bigger than ever imagined.
But no matter the reason why I look at myself in the mirror wondering who the hell it is looking back at me, life must go on.
I must be a Mother, a nurturer, a teacher, a role model. The one that all the small people look at to be everything they need me to be.
I’m not the perfect person I may want to be. I’m not the perfect Mother, the perfect friend, the perfect sister, the perfect daughter… or the perfect partner.
I am me.
I am everything some want me to be. I am nothing others would like me to be.
I am a woman who is rich beyond words, poor in the eyes of those who have no idea what rich means.
My heart is more powerful that I sometimes give it credit for. I wear it proudly on my sleeve. I’m not scared to show it’s there.
Because my heart is me.
I am sitting in the middle of my real life right now, a step away from where I stood before. I am healing what needs to be healed. I am building something that is worth building.
I’m not being everything others want me to be, but who I want and need me to be.
I don’t know why I still catch myself looking in the mirror wondering who it is staring back at me. Because I know who I am.
I am me.
A free spirit am I.