In my 30's I've learned to accept that ::
Not everyone is going to like me.
I like wearing big hats.
I don't need to wear make up every time I leave the house. Me with no make up on is ok.
I will never be a size 4 again nor should I be.
I love seeing more and more grey hair poke through.
I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
I cannot change anyone and I shouldn't try to.
Color and patterns are not for me. I love black, white and grey with a hint of color.
There is always more to learn about people, life, love and myself.
There is no such thing as the perfect parent just being the best parent I can be.
I really enjoy bird watching.
Just when you think you're a grown up, you realize you're not and have more to do.
Pop music is my jam.
I care less and less about what other people think of me and that's not a bad thing.
I really hate cooking and clothes shopping. Hate them. For realz.
I have nothing to prove to anyone but myself.
I LOVE flowers. Getting them, arranging them, growing them, smelling them, I love them.
I am worthy of being truly loved and truly loving someone else.