I feel more able to go out into the world and face it. The dirty parts, the shiny parts, sadness and pain, innocence and experience. I cannot lie to myself and say it will all be good, I know it won’t.
But I know that it is a part of life. I guess before I was searching for perfection. I now know it is ok to come last in a race. It is ok to at certain points of your life to be overweight, or have bad skin, you will still have people like you.
It is ok to make mistakes.
I am finding I am better at coping with the things that would have thrown me before. I volunteered today at the Arts Centre I used to work at, and it was fine, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
