Lately I have come to realize that I have lost my sense of self. Things had just gradually happened. I started to worry about what others thought of me and how I compared to them. I always wanted to be the best, to be right, to do it all. It ended in pain and regret.
I have learned some valuable lessens these past few weeks. Grown up a bit. Found some patience and made a lot of changes. Mostly I found me. I am not conventional, I can not conform to others ideals and I do not suffer fools gladly. I make mistakes large and small, but I only make them once.