Looking back @ my old performances.
It amazes me how much changes with time—without realization. I was coming from such a different place, a less than satisfactory life. Back then, I wrote with a lot of hurt and confusion and bitterness. I was completely lost in trying to find textbook definitions of ‘true love’ and ‘happiness’. I started taking the little miracles for granted and focusing on the negatives. I don’t feel like this anymore. My life was not going the way I wanted so I made some changes. I second guess myself sometimes but I believe I’m past the phase of bitterness and continuous negativity. I mean, sure I still get a little down but I’m beginning to find comfort and happiness in the most minuscule things. I’m a lot happier with my relationships; be it family, friends and most especially, my boyfriend. I’m learning to love life and truly love myself. That’s where it all starts really; love. I set out looking for love and I found myself in love with the woman I’ve grown to become as well as my passion for self-improvement and positivity. I’m in love with love and I’m content.
Now if I could just start writing (as often as I used to) again…
