Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay, sometimes i have to pull up my birth certificate just to remind myself how old i am. My family treats me like i will never be anything more than the cute little 5 year old who used to run around naked. I am not saying i do not still run around naked but that is besides the point. Sometimes i feel like i have to ask for permission to go to work every morning. They always find excuses to check up on me and make sure i am still alive. And when i decided to go for a vacation all by me lonesome, omg! mistake. i got ten selected members of my family giving me reasons why i should not go. I love my family so much and really really cherish their points of view. This is why it felt oh so good as i got on the plane.

I am me

I woke up this morning feeling particularly gloomy. Maybe it was the sound of the raindrops hitting my bedroom window; a sure sign that my usual morning jog was not going to take place. So, i made myself a cup of hot chocolate and settled into bed with a Steven king novel. Then it hit me; i do not need a bright sunny day to make myself feel good, i do not need to go out of my way to cheer myself up. why? because i know myself. I know that it takes very little to make me happy, i know that with the right book, all my troubles fade away. i know that i can spend a whole day watching my favorite television series and praising the writers of the script but i will never be happy with how it ends, not because i do not think they did a good job but because i hate to say goodbye. I know that i can spend weeks writing a shopping list but when i finally get to the supermarket, i forget i ever had a list. I know that i love chocolate and i know i love music but above all this; I know i love myself. Why? because i am me!