It's hard enough to know yourself, much less to live comfortably, unapologetically in your own skin. I certainly haven't gotten either mastered, not even remotely. I feel as if I'm always apologizing for myself, for my arrival, my departure, my inherently rebellious nature that, apparently, is never going to change.
But what else is there? This is the arrangement of our cells, of our psychology and how else are we to live? How exhausting it is to edit ourselves, day in and day out, conforming and shaping and keeping quiet.
Well. Let's try. Let's try to live on and live up to the standards our higher selves set when we came into this world, to dance through our days to our own tune, never mind the melody that might already be playing.