There are certain nights, tonight was one of them, when I really feel like my 6-year-old and almost-4 year old have all the power.
Do you know yourself? Do you think you know yourself but really you have no f*#&g clue?
I know who I am. I am not perfect. I make mistakes. I am flawed. I own those mistakes and imperfections. They make me who I am. I am vulnerable.
I know who I am. I am confident but I know my limitations. I am far more confident than some might give me credit for; but they don’t know the real me. They don’t know how much I sacrificed and for how long to be the person I am today.
I know who I am. I am not confrontational; I avoid it like the plague. I will hold disappointment inside for years because it’s just easier to deal with than openly revealing a lie.
I know who I am.
I shed my ego a long, long time ago.
And I’ve been free ever since.