Do what you like. Like what you do.

"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" You've Got Mail

This is starting to sound like a script I've already read. I don't want to be repeating myself and my thoughts. I want to live, deal, and move on. I appreciate the past, but I won't dwell on what's already happened. I'm anxious to put my next foot forward and take the journey, whatever it may be.

I feel like I'm being forced to make excuses for who I am. For what I believe. For what I want. I'm careful with myself now. Aware of how easily I lost who I was and what I wanted out of life. So now I'm more guarded, reserved...

I'm also full of life. I spend time doing the things I enjoy and I bring enjoyment into the tasks I don't particularly enjoy. I do what I want when I want. For me. I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal, I love coffee and pink nailpolish. I'd rather be up early in the morning than late at night. I like the comforts of a small town simple life. I love my routine.

Maybe there are things that I'm too afraid to do. I know there are. But it's my decision to make when and if I want to overcome them. I know myself and what I can handle. And I'm feeling frustrated with what some think I should be thinking or doing.

Life is good. I'm doing what I like. And I like what I do. Enough said. Simply, I'm as happy as I can imagine being. And the frustration lies in that I'm made to feel frustrated when really I'm so happy. I'm so fortunate. And I no longer have to be guilty about that. Life is good.