Today, I noticed.
Today, I realised.
Today.
It occurred to me that I am exactly where I want to be.
Exactly who I want to be.
Exactly.
Me.
I am so unendingly proud of myself for getting to where I am today.
For being who I am today.
Despite it all.
I know that I have flaws.
There are certainly things that I would change.
But I am the kind of woman I always hoped I'd become.
And that.
That right there.
Is more than enough.
I have no worries about where my life is heading.
If I'll end up alone, or married with an army of children.
I do not care for the particulars.
I am, for all intents and purposes,
happy.
happy
happy
And that is not reliant on situation, but self.
I am almost 26.
I am still living with my parents.
I am finishing my art degree in the next couple of months.
I am getting my floristry qualification this year.
I am in a relationship that is on the verge of collapse.
I am working a job that I have slowly but steadily learned to love.
I am often exhausted and overwhelmed at how much there still is to do.
I am, for the first time in my life, completely, truly, utterly happy.
Despite the circumstances.
