There are so many changes in life that seem exciting at first. You begin to plan and dream about the outcome of these changes, forgetting somehow that there were bad times last time these changes were made. If you don't completely forget about the bad times, you tend to see them as less severe.
My changes have all progressively gotten worse. It's odd how quickly you forget things that have been pretty bad in the past when you're not in that environment for years.
A lot of things lately have made me take a good look at myself in the broken mirror that is my attitude and mentality about myself. Slowly, I am loving myself more. Little by little, I appreciate me and I know that I matter. If I don't know these lessons then how can I pass them on to my children?
I know all of this is very cryptic, but there are some places I can not be completely open because of prying eyes. This is one of those places. I have more to say, but I can't formulate it so it will go unwritten for now.
I just realized this is kinda goth. Ugh.
