Me

I am a woman whose curls are escaping to the back of my lovesesat. Separated from me by a million things, not the least of which is stress that I don't want.

It seems I am always measuring myself by someone else's yardstick, which is truly ridiculous, I know. Like measuring how far a turtle goes in miles per second, or waiting to hear the sonic booms before I decide how worthy this turtle is.

I have lived fifty eight years trying to make other people happy with only random success. I'm still really not sure what they want, but I am learning what I want.

I want to wake up at peace with myself. I want to get out of bed slowly, not worrying about how my hair looks, or how many pounds are on this body. I want to read books I love and write about things that are important to me even if no one else agrees. And I don't want any of this to make me feel like I am less because of it.

If I am going to be with someone else, I want them to like me just the way I am. If I can't have this, I want to live alone.

Life is too short to waste another minute on things that are not important to me.