It’s been hard for me to blog lately.
I don’t know… maybe it’s because I’m not where I want to be. I have this idea of perfect, and I know how perfect is impossible and how crippling it really is to living, but I still can’t seem to shake it. It paralyzes me.
We live in an imperfect world. I tell myself that a lot.
Do you ever just look at who you’ve become and think that’s not me, I’ll make a few changes and then I’ll be the person I’m suppose to be?
I see myself as someone that I’m really not, not right now… or not anymore, but hope to be.
I’m not unhappy. I just want to change.
It's being caught between who you are and who you want to be.