I’m a dreamer and a believer. Passionate, determined, and disciplined. I strive for more, want more and defy the idea of simple existence. I’m unwanted, a burden and broken. Tired, scared, and vulnerable. I’m technicolor in a world that wants beige, a square peg in a world of round holes. I see magic, search for fairies, and believe in miracles. I’m a thinker, a challenger and a why person. I simply don’t accept; I need to understand. I’m not a follower or a leader. I’m an anomaly.
I’m intimidating and intimidated. I dance to my music in a world that dictates the song. I’m loyal, fierce, small, and lonely. I’m a mud faced troll in a world of elves. I’m restless, lost, sad and joy filled. I’m a runner, a soul searcher, and an empath. I ache for others and feel their pain. I’m easily forgotten and hard to forget. Forged in fire and raised in ice. I live with passion and breathe life. I am a celebrator, a decorator, and a pauser. I feel sunsets and sunrises, say hello to animals and marvel at the beauty of a snowflake. I’m a painter of words, a storyteller, a writer.
I’m everybody and nobody. Visible and invisible. I’m a noticer. I forgive and forgive until I can’t. I’m grateful and thankful; a lover of animals, small moments, genuine people, simplicity, and authenticity. I’m a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter, and a friend. I’m a believer of kind words, small gestures, and empathy. I’m hated and loved, not enough and too much. I’m too heavy, too thin, too loud, too quiet, too driven, too passionate, too disciplined. I’m too much me. I’m the flash of a shooting star across the dark sky, the disappearing image of a lightbulb when you close your eyes.
I’m too lazy, too tired, too much and never enough. I’m not what others want me to be. I don’t fit their mold. I’m chaos and a hurricane, the breeze on a summer’s day. The warmth of summer sunshine and the ice of a winter storm. I struggle, cry, search, and yearn. I crave love, acceptance and to be wanted. I’m apologetic and sorry. I’m wounded, healed, powerful and weak. I’m never enough. I’m a people pleaser, a fighter, and a protector. I’m reserved, guarded, unapproachable and cautious. I’m a free thinker, free speaker, and a challenger. I’m a hugger and love fiercely. I’m just like everyone else and unlike anybody else. I’m not status quo. I’m different, unique and a free spirit. A caterpillar waiting for metamorphosis.
