I Know My Story

It's been some funny past couple of days now. I even laughed at myself at a point because it seems like everything has happened to me. Mine is a helluva story.

I love reading stories. I love telling them too. I may not be a perfect writer but I sure am a fabulous storyteller. I have my own story, in mine own head. I know the weaves, twists, plot... I know how it begins. I know the in-betweens. I know how it ends.

I know my story. So when I find myself in the wrong one; where the characters, plot, setting, twists and pacing are distorted, I leave quietly because that is not my story. I know my story too well.

There have been many twists on this journey but I get stronger with each one. I survive each one because I am an extraordinary woman. I am brave. I am courageous, I am strong and I have strength within. I do not break easily. That I do not.

My anger comes once in a lifetime because it's like a flood in its coming. It takes along everything, so, it's sparsely released. Did I mention that I am also so beautiful and kind and loving? Yeah, I am those things too. And more.

I do not dwell on what is past anymore, what I have decided is past. I do not dwell on as recent as an hour ago. Not anymore. No way! It's not my story so I walk. It is past, and what is past stays so.

However, the future is here, and it is so bright. It says to me, 'hey'

'I see ya!' I say right back.

*Winks*

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