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Putting The Pieces Together

   Before this summer I was slightly panicking that I didn't really know myself and what I stood for. I wasn't sure if I actually knew myself or not and that really freaked me out. But now, I've realized that I think I made it through that finish line and just onto another challenge. I've really worked on trusting myself, and becoming my own best friend. I have learned how to be honest with myself and recognize my strengths and weaknesses out loud and proud. I've learned that nobody is perfect. It's weird because I've always had that mindset with others, forgiving quickly and probably way too frequently, but I've never felt like I was allowed to not be perfect. I can be wrong, I can be weak, and I can show my emotions. I'm allowed to be human. Danley has helped me with this feat so much. I've never shown my weaknesses to anyone and he's seen sides of me nobody, not even my parents, have seen. It's been refreshing and incredible that after all that he can still stand to be around me. I'm extremely grateful for him.
      I'm also grateful for myself. The minute I turned 20 I felt something in me change, I was older, I was not a teenager anymore, and I had no idea who I was, or where I was headed. I was constantly putting on a face with everyone, I had to be happy and I had to be smiling. Now I realize it doesn't have to be like that. I can cry, or be angry! I'm not perfect whatsoever, not even close. but that IS okay. I also think that has made me see some more hope in life, that I CAN improve and now I  wake up every morning looking forward to doing something to improve myself. The human mind is not perfect but it is strong. and we can do anything we put our mind to. i've learned to stop doubting myself and just go for it. 
     Now I'm onto my next life puzzle. I've started creating a stable base for my life, now I just have to figure out where to go from here. Life's pretty crazy and brilliant isn't it?

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