From May 2, 2006

I think it’s every woman’s hope to be someone special. To be captivating, dynamic, mysterious, to be appreciated and admired. To be special, just like everyone else.
When you realize that every character is someone special, every person you will meet has their own story, you begin to appreciate that there is much more that people, life, and existence has to offer, to receive, and to encompass…
NO longer am I thinking of “the one” or wanting to be “the one;” I remember that we all–every single person–have something to share. Something special, unique, sublime. There is no “the one:” there is no one and there is all. All people in my current experience have something wonderful and fantastic to give. Shall I seek it? Are they prepared to bestow it?
So I will take off my blinders that have me staring in only one direction. I will close my book of fairy tales and imagine so much more outside of the realm of what was comfortable. I will gently acquiesce the norm and fend off the unrelenting expectations I’ve found myself bound by. I will open my eyes, my senses, and my mind. I am not sheltered, nor do I need to be.

This is my time.

My creation.

My existence.

I make of it what I want, and I am not alone. I now understand what she meant by “comfortable in your own skin.”