I know it’s silly, feeling this way. It’s illogical, in every sense of the word. I know better, was taught better; swore I’d never be that way. I promised myself, promised I would never feel those ugly feelings.
But I do.
And I can’t stop it.
Sometimes I wonder what my past self would think of me now. What would the old me say if they saw the present me: Am I where I always pictured myself at this age; done the things I said I would; became person I wanted to be and not one of those I swore I never would?
…Would myself be disappointed in who I am now?
They’re things I can’t answer, those questions. And, maybe the answers aren’t ones I would want to hear, anyway.
But, right now, here, where I am, I am happy. With me, who I am (even if sometimes I even question that), I am happy with who I am in this moment.
And that’s enough for me.