Change

Change isn’t always bad. Change for the worse just tends to be more noticeable.

I’ve changed more this year than I have since I can remember. For the first time in my 21-years, I don’t feel like the girl in Hudson Catholic’s basement library who was ecstatic on her 13th birthday because it meant she was finally a teenager.

I have been waiting for my life to have defining moments and I think I have reached one. I realize what is important, what is worth sacrificing for and what is not. I am able to say enough at work, I am able to not answer my phone (OK only sometimes, but still) and I am able to walk away from a fight and cool off – and still come back to finish the conversation.

That is a long way. Maybe removing my mother from the picture helped. She always did add heat to my already high temper. Hopefully this new-found maturity will stay.  After all, I am still the one to sort out others’ problems and tell them which way is up. Even when they do not deserve to know.

~ by mbruen on February 20, 2008.