It is a new year. I want to start fresh and new. Instead, this year is beginning roughly. I've been sick. Then my baby was sick. My husband recovering from a vasectomy. My house is still in a state of chaos.
Being stuck in bed with an achy body and head has given me a lot of time to think. And be so thankful for what I do have. A warm bed to rest in. A nice house to keep my children in. A giant bathtub and warm water.
More so then ever before I am happy with myself. With my own company. I'm pretty awesome, ya know. No one is like me.
My mom tells me I am a weirdo. Well I like my weirdoness.
I find it overwhelming when I try to be "normal." Instead my goal is to just be myself. What the hell is "normal" anyway?