Friday, March 6, 2009

The Post in Which I Realize I'm Sort of Actually a Real Adult

I don't have a great track record with keeping people's opinions of me positive. In fact, I moved away from my hometown partially because I needed to start fresh - not just because I was tired of the Buckeye State but because I was tired of being known only for my mistakes. I'd spent a really long time worrying that I was going crazy - & for a time, probably actually being crazy - & since then, I've spent a lot of time attempting to NOT be. If you want details, I can give 'em, but the moral of the story is that I came to DC in part because I was running away from Ohio.

So here I am, one year & seven months into my District residency, & every once in awhile something happens that causes me to reevaluate not only my life here, but my life in general - who I am & how far I have (or, in some cases, have not, but luckily this isn't one of those times) come.

Today I had one of thoe cartoon-light-bulb-over-my-head realizations that my emotions are finally in tact. And while I still have some absurdly undefined issues that need to work themselves out, I'm pleased to notice that I'm not a 16-year-old emo kid anymore. This afternoon, as I made one last shot at communication & then cleanly & efficiently severed ties with someone I care about who has no interest in reconciliation or talking things through like a mature adult, I happily recognized that I am:
  • relatively emotionally secure
  • ridiculously resilient
  • not nearly as creepy as I sometimes think
  • sufficiently but not unrealistically optimistic
And, in closing:
  • pretty freakin' normal.
Amen.

Thanks, DC.
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