Day by Day, Moment by Moment.

If someone were to ask me who I am, right now I couldn’t tell them. Not because I don’t know, but because I choose not to identify myself with single words that have a tendency to be misconstrued and force myself to continually live up to those definitive manacles. To the contrary, I know plenty about myself on a momentary basis.

I know that I love plaid flannel shirts, leaving my hair down and dirt on my jeans.

I know that I can’t stop moving and doing; I am constantly on caffeine overdose without the added caffeine.

I love people too much and hate people too little, but most will never know how I divvy up my positions.

I know I have dreams too big for my britches but I will get there someday with a handy little tool called duct tape to cover the holes.

I make more mistakes than I can count or remember, sometimes repeatedly, but when it comes to trusting you and you betray me, trust me, I will never make that mistake again.

I am the sweetest person you will ever meet but if you try to change me, I am a bitch.

I know the best thing I ever did was leave him and drop my plans for more school, in order to live day by day without regard to the future. I have captured such an inner calm and freedom it’s inexplicable. Without the shackles of the future requirements and the burden of the labels, I am like a butterfly whose wings have finally dried and the time has come to fly. And fly I will, far above anywhere anyone can see or perceive, because you see, you’re not me.