My quest is to be authentic and true to myself.
It always has been.
As one writer said, "Let your inner and your outer man (woman) be as one." I strive to find that harmony between who I am and who I want to be.
But what do you do when your inner woman is a peaceful and introspective soul who loves Enya and green tea, and your outer woman is a raging, hormonal, coffee-swilling lunatic who has Metallica and Simon and Garfunkel side by side on her playlist?
And sometimes, these women change places.
People see a sweet, smiling lady who loves babies and kittens, greeting people in the mall, while inside I just want to "shoot the whole day down."
What do you do when the rest of the world just won't cooperate with what you define as the perfect world? Or when you've reinvented yourself so often, no one really knows who you are anymore?
You have to embrace crazy.
You learn to love and accept whoever you are on a given day.
Even when your jeans don't fit, or your job sucks, or your bank account is empty, or you're not getting along with your family. Even when people expect you to be perfect and the only perfect thing about you is...nothing.
Even when Laura Ingalls can't find her way back to her little house on the prairie.
You embrace the fact that nothing ever goes the way you want it to and people are never who you expect them to be.
That's the key to survival.
Or maybe not.
I'll let you know.
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