The other day I was getting ready to leave the house and I stopped to look in the mirror, and I had this thought just hit me in the head: "I feel like me again."
Well, that got me thinking. While it was true, I surely felt like myself, it also seemed like a strange thing to think. When did I stop feeling like myself enough to fully realize the moment I returned to being me? I wish this wasn't true, but, upon reflection, I haven't felt like me in a long time.
I got out of a complicated relationship about seven months ago now, and I didn't realize it at the time, but I spent a lot of time in that relationship trying to be the version of myself that he wanted me to be. I hate that. I think that great relationships are the ones where both people try to make the other the best version of themselves, not just the version that's most convenient to live with or love. It wasn't that he was a bad guy or that it was a "bad" relationship. Mostly it was a case of being two very different people and trying to make it work when we should have just called it quits.
What scares me is that I didn't even realize that I had acted like someone else until I was looking in the mirror, experiencing a thrill because I felt like myself.
Although I am far from perfect, I like myself, and I want to be a great version of me. I don't want to be any version of someone else.
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