Whelp, I’m another year older. Time does indeed, just fly by. I’ve been in my apartment for a year now. Been living alone for a year and what a year it’s been. I’ve been in California for almost 6 years now. I’ve had my precious Zig for a year now, too. Speaking of which, it’s kitten season once again and I’m thinking I may just adopt another. Zig is need of a companion.
So, what’s changed in a year? As I’ve mentioned before, so much. The comment I’ve gotten from my therapist and some close to me is that I’ve grown so much and so rapidly that I’ve nearly given them whiplash. It’s so comforting and strengthening to know that I have the power and capacity to change and grow, effectively at that.
I’m truly in love. I’m not afraid of flying anymore. I’m defining myself now rather than being a chameleon. I now realize my boundaries and respect them and others. I’m more relaxed than I’ve been my whole life. I’m learning to just be still and to not have expectations. I’m learning to just BE and subsequently BECOME. I’m learning what happiness is and am learning to embrace it. I feel capable, loved, and grateful.
Here’s to another year of growth and love.