My Tumblr turned 7 last week. I never post anymore, but I hang in there to read the same people I’ve been following for all these years. Hi, everyone.
It’s a little painful reading my archive, remembering my old life, and seeing a person so completely different than I am today. 7 years ago feels like an eternity. I don’t like reflecting, although I often find myself caught up in memories of moments. But when those memories subside, and I can think with a clear head, I realize that I feel so fucking free for the first time in my life. I am doing exactly what I want to do, exactly where I want to do it, with no parameters, and answering to no one. I struggle with knowing who I am, but I do know that I will never give up what little identity I have for anyone ever again.