Patterns of Power by Lucy Hawthorne
You always think, no one is perfect. I never knew how true this one word could possibly be, until recently. I’ve always known I wasn’t perfect. I embraced it. Maybe too much so. Outwardly portraying this girl that had it all together. Always thinking if I showed how well I could handle not only the duties of a woman, but also that of a man, I would be more desirable. So worried about keeping a clean house, yet getting extra hours at work. I can show them. I will do it all, and ask for no help. I am independent. I need no one. Looking back, boy was I stupid. You have to laugh about it though. The opportunities missed. The unjust fights picked. I see now. I see… way too late, but hey. Lessons learned.
As much as it pains me, I will do just that. Only with a different perspective. I am changing all that was me. It will be harder in some aspects, but well worth it I believe. Letting go of it all. Finding the imperfect, me that is perfectly happy.
Lovely.