Today's my birthday. Forty-two years old and countin'. I've always considered my birthday my personal new year. This is the time of the year when I make my resolutions. So here we go:
Be more me.
That's it. The list used to be longer but now I know my main stuggle is in denying who I really am. It's all the hundred little ways you compromise your thoughts, feelings and opinions simply to be accepted. To be loved. I'm going to cut down on doing that this year.