Recovery

I miss that summer.  It was the first time in my life I was finally doing everything I've ever wanted to do.  The trips, work, friends, and fun.

Then for some reason, I was convinced that living that way was wrong.  It was irresponsible.  It was immature.  It was downright not unacceptable.

You're wrong.  I know you probably don't think so, and I understand why you don't because I'm still trying to convince myself.

This realization needs to come full circle soon.

I miss me.  So much.  I used to have so much fun - what happened?

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself, but then I push it back in and get embarrassed about it later.  I wish it wasn't such a crime.

Over the past couple of years, I've had a disease called being way too self conscious.  Thinking about everyone else before myself, but in a selfish way.

Today, I've decided that I'm getting over it.  I'm in recovery mode now.  You'll see me out and about rolling down hills and climbing through cement tubes soon.