I’m Done With Labels
(not counting hashtags)
I don’t know if it’s just a part of getting old or what.
In high school I was always a rebel thinking for myself choosing the path for me. Although this often got me into trouble or down a confusing path. Ultimately being in high school is already confusing no matter how you approach it. After graduation I would later go on to try to live up to other people standards because….I don’t know. I guess I was told following certain rules would help find happiness.
In the last few years I have become more of that same person. Only more responsible. Wait. Responsible?
I am done with labels!
Meaning I no longer live up to other people standards. I no longer am defined by a definition. Vegan. Vegetarian. Yogi. College Drop Out. Too Old. Too Young. Inexperienced. Poor. Rich. Fat. Skinny. Doomed to a disease. Bastard. Bitch. Etc. Etc.
I am who I am! I choose live and enjoy the journey of what is given to me and what I choose to give to myself!
I live my life to MY standards. I am happy because I choose to be happy. I guess in a way that same person in high school has made a comeback. I have always been a rebel deep within.