6 more days
Divisibe by 12 and 8 and 6 and 4 and 3 and 2 and 1
Dividing my life in to portions.
Peices where important things happened.
My first steps
My first words
Memories of the house I grew up in.
Memories of my family as a unit not broken peices shouting from room to room
Memories of my Grandmother and the lines in her tiny hands holding my face
Moving to Lindenhurst
Sandbox Awkwardness in 3rd Grade
Being Last Picked for Dodgeball every day at summer camp for 5 years
Getting past the hell of
Figuring out who I am
What makes my heart beat
What I love more than anything else
Who I'd stand up for
Who I'd stand up to
Who I'd never have the guts to say a word to
Finding out what I'm made of
It's been a trip and at almost 24 I can't say I have too much to complain about.
I'm healthy
I have a job
I have people in my life who give a shit
There is always good AND bad.
My life, is finding the balance and fitting myself somewhere in between.
Making time for the people I love that make me belly laugh
One day maybe I'll find someone who can see how much of myself I try to give to other people.
Someone who makes me smile.
Someone who has clean hands and loves their family
Someone who knows how much good there is in me if even I am painfully sarcastic and have very little patience.
One day maybe I'll find someone who will know how much shit I had to get through to make it here today and still be standing on two feet
Maybe I'll matter to that someone, even though I don't look or sound like anything you'd see in a picture on a page in a magazine or a movie.
Maybe I already do.
That's all I really want out of 24.
"To love and to be loved, let's just hope that is enough".... c. o.