It’s always around this time of year (my birthday/fall) that I get the urge to change things around in my life. After dropping out of grad school this week, I finally realize that I control my world. It isn’t anybody’s fucking business what I’m doing. As long as I am passionate about it and I’m making myself happy, I’m good. I’m the heroine of my life, not the victim. I guess some shit is finally sinking in and resonating: I have every right to be confident in who I am and not controlling every aspect of what’s happening is okay. I’m about to own this shit. I’m starting over with a new pattern of thoughts. Just some conclusions I’ve come to after a day spent with myself. I will love and respect myself so that others have no choice but to do the same. I'm a bad ass and I've got NOTHING to be afraid of.
