Occasionally, things will be said, by me and others, that separate who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. But I need to remember, and I need to remind others that, to me, there is no “her or she”. There is me. If I do something, I do it for me. Usually it doesn’t bother me, but sometimes, something just catches me wrong, and I feel like I’ve left someone’s life. That I’m a memory to them, and suddenly this other person is in my place. But it’s still me. Who I am, what I love, how I feel about things. None of that has change. I’ve just embraced something that I had unwittingly pushed way down inside me for so so long.
This was very ramble-y, and for that I am sorry. But it’s been rattling around in my head for a while, and I wanted to get it down. Maybe I’ll add to it. Maybe not.
