Have you ever had people in your life that you felt were ashamed of you? That the only time you hear from them is when they want something from you? They don’t understand that life changed how you see things.
I have some of those people “in” my life. At this point, I am afraid that they are just going to have to get used to who I am.
I am not what they think I should be. I’m not, I am so much more.
I have walked through the fire and that changes you. It will incinerate you or strengthen you.
I have given so much that I depleted myself. I laid in my bed sick for three days and not a one of them checked on me, yet every time their world crumbled, I was right there.
It is fine by me if you don’t think of me as an artist, I know the work I put into my craft. I spend hours working on what I do. Hell, it is tough for me to say I am an artist but I am getting better at it.
You may value the opinion of others more than you do mine. Okie fine, I will keep my opinion to myself.
You may not care if I live or die but I do. I have to burst out of the box people have always known and be who I am. They can like it or not. It is no longer my problem. My problem is that I have accepted being second best all my life.