Who I See, When I See Me
I stopped right there in my tracks and I stared straight into my eyes. I had caught my reflection staring in the mirror. Who was this beautiful girl? Look. Who am I looking at? Me. This was me. This was my life. This was the person I had to wake up with every single day for the rest of my life. No exchanges. No returns. No buy backs. Just me. And I started to cry. I cried because I remembered a beautiful memory, but I also cried because in that very moment, I wanted so badly for my spirit to physically come out of my body and hug me. I wanted to duplicate myself and have a beautiful conversation with my inner thoughts. I wanted to tell myself how proud I was of my actions, and decisions, how brave of a spirit I held. I saw it in my warrior face. And than I cried more because I knew it. I knew what amazing things were to come. It's like I saw a glimpse of the future, like a distant dream waiting to be played out. I realized in this very moment how much in love with myself I was, not in that narcissistic way, but in the most pure form of love, I cherished my whole life from the inside out. So happy hearted. So bold. So brilliant, but oh so dull from where I was headed. Where was I even headed? No time to ask these questions, just time to live, and that is exactly what I am going to do.