Suffice it to say that my upbringing was less than conventional.
We all have our stories.
Mine involves a subconscious survivor instinct to surround myself with women in my life who are better than me.
They are my family.
They are my teachers.
They teach me what it is to be a woman.
Raina teaches me acceptance and reminds me of my strength.
Mandy teaches me grace and humility.
Kati teaches me what it is to love without condition and reminds me of my worth.
I am flawed.
I can be insecure and afraid.
I can be strong and fearless.
Sometimes I am all of these things at once.
I can make a bit of a mess.
I still have so much to learn.
They love me despite all my tangled up bits.
This is 37.
Right where I'm supposed to be.
Happy Birthday to me.