I'm so happy with my life.
I have two parents who are real, honest, and loving.
I have three brothers who are amazing individuals.
I have a beautiful space to be creative.
I have a home that is bursting with originality =)
And I feel like I am a strong person,
Because I am happy being me.
I feel like the hard things in my life have made me confident,
And they've shown me who I want to be.
I haven't arrived, because none of us fully "arrive"
But all the same, I think I am learning to be the person I was made to be.
This isn't supposed to be gushy or sappy.
It's not like my life is perfect.
There's days when I feel like I'm a failure of a sister.
There's days when my face crumples because I'm lonely, and loneliness is awful.
There's days when I feel empty and useless,
And days when I constantly complain.
It's stupid how I can complain about the smallest things in life.
But then I realize that all of the big things are going right.
My life is beautiful.
It's a real life, and it isn't very glamorous when I'm in the midst of it.
But I'm thankful for it.
I've got a good start.