Today I looked at blog entries from Januaries past. Whooh. Exhale. I feel bright. It could be this borrowed multicolored room. It could be the presence of dogs at my feet. It could be the result of a matured soul sliding out of its old shell.
I am so different. I am so glad. *sigh* I have grown. This moment feels like the first breath after a gasp from inhaler clenched lips. I am well. There are still parts of me that are growing. My temper is still a problem. I still struggle with consistent eating habits. Money seems like its always a finger’s grasp away from spent. Nonetheless, I am okay.
No longer defined by a man–let alone who will never see my worth I am different. Not better. No, never better. Just different. Proud. I am so proud of the energy this body contains. My exhale could cure the world of it’s pain. My voice is here. My presence is passionate. I have become a woman I would love to know. Pain looms overhead sometimes, no longer consistently distracting me from the good. I embrace its torso when it approaches. I no longer hide from the hell that humanity holds in its hands with every interaction.
I am so grateful for all experiences that may come and have already entered my door. I am whole. I am okay. I am different.