My mother and I had a conversation the other day about what
a difference a year makes.
Last summer I was in a relationship - that, by all means,
wasn't started correctly - and by that I mean, he made another girl feel
like he was into her & stopped hanging with her - and started
hanging out with me. Causing a lot of drama.
It took me a long time to figure out after we broke up, that I wasn't
that person. I wasn't a girl who didn't care about another
girls feelings because some boy payed attention to me. I wasn't someone
who got distracted by someone and didn't come hangout
with my grandma like I should have. And I sure wasn't someone that
fell for someone I hardly knew.
I made a lot of mistakes within a couple of months - and I'm truly
sorry for any and every pain I caused.
that's taught me more than I'll ever know.
What a difference a year makes.
-I've had an emotional overhaul.
-I've learned exactly what it means to be loved. And to love.
-I've found new passions.
-I've given more thought to what I want out of life. (not in a selfish
way, but more of a discovery)
-I've trained and completed a 5 and 10k.
And that's just a little bit of my year.
I know a lot of this doesn't really apply right now - I've just been
thinking about it a lot lately. Especially since mom and I talked about it.
I've become a whole new person, and sometimes
I don't even know how to go about acting like that new
person - because it's that fresh.
But I'm working, changing, adapting. I know that's what
life is all about. And all I want is to be what I'm supposed to be.
What I'm supposed to accomplish in life.
It's scary and overwhelming, but it's also very new and exciting -
which makes it worth it.
I don't know where I'm headed, but that's the best part.