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I love me. And though getting to where I need to be is taking sooooo long. I know that I love me.

And in loving me, hard truths had to be said out loud. Moments had to be taken. Acceptance has to be balanced.

I often forget who I am sans kids and boyfriend. I let myself get wholly distracted because to mourn the loss of time to do the things i truly love is overwhelming.

However, no matter what. Writing; the urge, the need, the expressing on paper; it never goes away. I don't view myself as a writer. That is my best friend's 'thing'. She schooled in it, entered competitions, seeks to make it her livelihood. Who the hell am I to attempt such?

Markera. That is who I am. And there is no longer this self convincing, this knee jerk comparing.

I will take the scattered moments and note them. And watch out. I swear like an old bard. That, I have also accepted about me. :)