I’m not perfect. I have flaws, lots of them. I swear too much, even when I’m trying not to. I cry when I’m angry. I get angry when I cry. I don’t always remember the promises I made. I have regrets even though I say I don’t. I lay awake some nights wondering about the “what-if’s”. I worry. I question myself. I question others. Sometimes I give up. Sometimes the thing I worked hardest for doesn’t turn out to be what I wanted it to be. I find it hard to trust even those who have proven to be trust worthy. I’ve been hurt, gotten back up, and gotten hurt again. Sometimes I don’t want to fight anymore. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth it. I don’t always know the answer when I’m pretending to. My confidence isn’t always as high as I try to make it seem. I get jealous, I get spiteful and sometimes I get downright bitchy. I’ve felt lost before. I’ve said I wasn’t going to try anymore. I’ve tried to hurt others just because I was feeling hurt. I’ve talked behind someone’s back. I’ve gossiped. I’ve lied. I don’t always do the right thing if there isn’t anything in it for me.
I’m not perfect. I have flaws. But I try. I may swear, but I can also write beautiful prose. I cry when I’m happy, too. I don’t always remember them, but I keep the promises that matter. I have regrets, but they’ve gotten me to this point in my life, and I don’t regret that. I lay awake wondering how I got so lucky. I worry, but I always have faith. I question myself, but it makes me a better person. I question others, but it helps me find out who my allies are. Sometimes I give up, but only when the fight isn’t worth the outcome. Sometimes things don’t turn out the way I want, so I make the best of them. I find it hard to trust, but that makes my trust more valuable. I’ve gotten up after each time I was hurt, and it’s made me stronger. When I don’t want to fight anymore, I remember what I’m fighting for. If I decide that it’s worth it, I put my all into it. Sometimes pretending to know the answer pays off. My confidence needs to shake occasionally to keep me modest. I get joyous, I get inspired, and sometimes I’m downright sweet. I’ve felt lost, but I’ve managed to find myself. I’ve said I wasn’t going to try, but then I did. I’ve defended someone. I’ve stopped gossip. I’ve apologized. I’ve told the truth even when it’s hurt me. I’ve done the right thing when the right thing was wrong for me.
I’m not perfect. But I’m okay with that.