Confuzzled me purple

I’ve been really tired lately, maybe a mix of school and juggling life but it’s the truth. And usually when I’m tired - or down - I search for something to keep me steady, to help me hold my ground to stand and keep going. For the past few months this quote has helped me:

“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of Danger, he Courage of his heart sustaineth him; and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.” -Aristotle.

I’ve never had something hold me so steady (besides my friends/sisters) but this does. It’s amazing how words can speak to you like that sometimes, and I just thought I would share it with whoever wanted it. :]

It’s pretty amazing how time can change our perspective on life. When I was younger I use to be scared of the rain and the thunder, but now I take such comfort in the gentle patter and sudden booms. I don’t know why but I just do now…guess I gotta thank my friends for that one. :)
But I digress…I think that time will help me adjust to life in my own skin. For the longest time I’ve been unable to feel confident in who I am. I covered up, hid, and tried not to be seen. I was miserable, but safe in a sense.

And then my darling friend who I now consider like my big sister showed up. Taking the sledgehammer to my shell almost three years ago and forcing me to be the person I am now. It’s taken me almost two years to become confident enough in who I am. With a lot of help from the friends I’ve gained and learned to love, I guess I’m now proud to show my face, to smile, to laugh freely.

And it feels damn good. :)

But my tangent aside…I just feel that time has to power to heal and thought I would share that…

It’s raining here now, and I’m feeling pretty calm. :)

Wanna know something funny?

When people ask you what you wanna be when you grow up they tend to patronize your decision.

“So what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A Writer.”

“Aww, honey that’s not a real job. Now tell Uncle (insert annoying uncle here) what you want to be.”

I wanted to be a writer then and I still do now…yet no matter how many years pass I’m still not taken seriously.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious.