Letting Go

I am afraid. I have fears. I think that everyone does whether they verbalize their fears or sweep them under their tongue. I fear having my life cut short, or not entering that hundred mile race I've talked about for ages, I fear losing the people I care the most about, and that society will never really accept me for being me but they will accept me if I become the cutout version of every other Joe blow cruising the streets. I fear that I will graduate college and have no idea about what comes next, or that I will not live the adventure I dare to dream about. I know that I believe in living in the moment, but I can never actually do this myself. I fear rent at the beginning of every month, or that credit card planning its attack on my background check, heck, I fear that if I blow dry my hair to try and tame it that the Portland weather will have nothing to do with it and as soon as I step out the door the mane to my right happens! (Which wouldn't be so bad if I was half as cute!) All of this being said I can confidently say I am ready to forge ahead and put it all behind! Do you remember the days when you walked outside wearing pajamas, tutu, and a cape, ready to take on the world one cartwheel at a time? A time when you jumped out of the shower without thinking how cold it was going to be as soon as your foot stepped out onto the cold floor awaiting you? Your imagination ran wild with nothing to hold you back or stop you, and if anyone ever told you, you couldn't you wouldn't invite them to the campout in your backyard where you would reenact the adventures of Huckleberry Finn? This being said I will now charge forward, fearless, inspired, encouraged, and determined to claim back what is rightfully mine. Me! Over the years I have let fears build up after being the victim, they have shut out my creativity, my drive, and my innocent views on life. Life itself is so short, and so unbelievably beautiful that I want to cherish every single moment of every single breath I have. I don't have to try to fill the shoes of someone I will never be. I don't have to live the life everybody else lives and settle for mediocrity, all I have to do is be me, and you know something? I'm fine with that. So reject me, call me weird, don't like my ideas or my hair, or the way I dress, laugh at me, mock me, judge me, ridicule me, but know that your opinion is void, as are all, and I will continue to live on being silly, lame, weird old me. And she lived happily ever after. Sucker.