I am.
I need not be no other.
A friend recently commented on how adventurous and free my life seems to be.
This, I say, is the fruit of my labor.
The years of not knowing who I was until I found me.
The relationships I found my way out of in order to save myself.
The sacrifices I made as a mother so my son would always know I was there.
The hours of study to put an end to living on twenty bucks.
The second hand clothes I wore so that someday I could afford something new.
The love of life I cultivated out of a couple of near misses.
The regrets I pacified by not making the same mistakes.
The holidays I spent alone, counting my blessings because that is all I had.
I know who I am.
I have healthy relationships.
I no longer need to make sacrifices for no matter where I am, he knows I am here.
I no longer need to worry about where money comes from.
I can buy a new outfit anytime I feel like it.
I know the value of life and do not take it for granted.
I avoid making regrets and live life to the fullest.
I still count my blessings….
because in the end…
They are the only guarantee I have.
Just a girl 