I thought I would be different... when I got through it all.
And I was. I was different.
I saw things different. I said things different. I felt things different.
But I was the same, too. I had the same past and the same face and the same pain and the same happy.
and I wasn't really sure how to be both. To be both the same and different.
Perhaps I'm still not sure.
I'm still the same. And I'm still different.
But I don't always know which I want to be.
And I guess that's okay. It's okay to have changed. And it's okay to have not changed.
And it's okay to be both. and it's okay to not be sure which I am at a given moment.
It's even okay that I see things in me that maybe others haven't seen yet.
It's okay that I'm not always who people think I am.
This "becoming" business isn't always pretty. There are stops and starts and they don't always make sense.
It's a twisty topsy-turny road... but honestly, I wouldn't want to be on another.