You all know I like to talk a lot.
Over the past 31 posts on here, I've done nothing but rant about problems, ideas, and inspiration. Anything that happens in my life, somehow finds its way onto this blog.
I'd go so far as to say that y'all probably think me to know just about everything about myself. Quirky, confident, yes.
When I was writing my last book, I wasn't intending on there being some all over good-for-you theme. My ultimate was basically for the main girl to help save the world by remembering things from her past.
Then the unexpected happened.
As I was finishing it, I realized that this girl had had multiple personas. Over a period of seven years, she had been viewed and made out to be about three entirely different people.
But when the end came, and she had to save the world, she needed to decide who she was--not what everyone else thought she was.
The other day, I was talking with my dad and he said something that he expected me to agree with him about, even though I felt totally different. And then I got to thinking...
(I know I've said something like this before...)
My parents see me as an obedient daughter who can do no wrong...
My friends view me as the crazy girl who will listen to them and is always up for a good time...
Stated above, you guys probably think me confident and quirky...
All these different people see me as someone different. Whenever I'm with them, I've learned to be that person that they think I am.
But I realized that I don't really know who I am.
Underneath what all of these people see in me, who am I? What're my beliefs and ideas? What do I like to do when nobody is watching?
In less than 2 months I will be moving away from my parents, my friends, my work...everyone that I know.
Although surrounded by new things, new people...I will ultimately be alone and able to cast away the things that have held me down over my lifetime.
I'll be able to discover who I truly am.
Who knows...maybe I'll even save the world?