Thursday, October 7, 2010

I Can Feel It

I’m maturing. I can feel it.

I’m starting to accept that life will happen to me.

I don’t dwell on the small stuff like I used to.

I can appreciate that things typically work themselves out.

I trust my mother when she says, “This too shall pass.”

More importantly, I trust myself.

On especially good days, I even slightly accept that I won’t always get my own way.

(Except if it involves my Dad. With him, I’ll always get my way).

Those days are rare, but they still count.

It’s so cliché, but I can feel it.