I can't help but feel like I'm floating. So many things happened this last year that going back in time just doesn't feel the same anymore. Almost as if I don't relate to that time and place and there was simply a different me waiting on for my life to change.
And all this through the simple exercise of mail cleaning.
I'm getting to the life I always envisioned for myself. Working in the industry I love alongside people I admire, staying close to true friends, going to places that I always dreamed of going... accepting myself for what I am and those things I stand for.
The most painful step of the way is not having those you most respect, giving you the strength and trust you most need. Maybe the time is there for me to trust myself and my gut and just see how I can deal with the world, as one to one confrontation.
Though life has turned its darkest hour I'm staying confident that, even if not everyone, most people will get me and accept me for my choices. Because I'm the most happy this way.