As I sit here while my family asleep, with the moon shining brightly between the persistent clouds, I wonder how much I have created here and how much has just found me. I tend to be passive yet out spoken. Indifferent to much, but always open to the changing events around me. I fight for what I believe in, for what I want. I always fight for what’s right, even if it means me or the people closest to me are wrong. I don’t have to do much but be myself, take care of the people around me, be honest, and let the world keep happening.
Do I dislike the idea of a few people assuming they know me by the few words and pictures I share? Totally, that’s part of this whole open public sharing thing. It has opened up my flaws and at times made me feel vulnerable – but I allowed it. It’s human nature for people to be curious so I have made a point of being open, honest, and put myself out there, completely aware.
I’m able to just relax right where I am.