Who was I? Who was I really underneath all of the facades and boxes others had set up that I gladly jumped into? The question of who I am is one that I still seek to answer but not in the same confused way I used to ponder some years ago when I was seeking permission to really be me.
My interests began to change and as a result, I lost many relationships along the way. Some had a few choice words to poke fun or down right criticize me because I’d much rather focus my attention on other endeavors. It used to effect me and there were even times I tried to suppress my goals and calling to fit in.