"I am not the same Hobbit I once was."
As I look at myself in the mirror, the eyes that look back at me are not the same. I've changed. And some of those changes have come slowly... some of them are even new. So new that I'm not quite used to them yet. They still fit like a brand new pair of sneakers that haven't been broken.
Some of the changes, you don't even believe yet.
Some are so wonderful that I still can't believe they're mine. I still can't quite believe that they're a part of me. Some of them are bittersweet. They're not bad, but living them means leaving a part of myself behind. And there is a bittersweet tinge to that, leaving bits of yourself behind you. You want both. You want to go down new roads, but you want to keep you in one piece.
Some are changes that I resent... because I know they came about through pain and manipulation and betrayal. Pain that still lingers... that leaves marks from burning fingertips through my heart. There are moments that I want those changes back.
It all works together.
I am not the same Hobbit that I once was... but the Hobbit I am now has seen beauty and love, joy and struggle, pain and tears. And perhaps the Hobbit I am now is a Hobbit pretty worth being.