How appropriate that this popped into my head exactly one year after my first post on To a Good Morning. In the past year I have had a bazillion thoughts that I wanted to share, yet I didn't because I didn't think anyone would benefit from it or because I was afraid that I am the only one that really cares what I think.
Now bear with me, it might seem like I'm losing my mind.
Aren't routines funny? Every morning and evening I have my bathroom routine, so I get to see myself in the mirror. How many things happen in between these self-reflections (literally) that slowly change and mold us?
Anyway, I was going through my evening routine, all mopey from the thought that I am running late to the "Changing the World One Blogger at a Time" meeting. I looked at myself and realized that there is LITRALLY one person that I will ever be able to be. In spite of all the novels we read and movies we watch to fall into someone else's story, we can only ever be ourselves, and that has to be good enough, because if it isn't, then nothing makes sense. I won't accept that.
There is only one person with my perspective, my experiences, my emotions, my body. And when I think about it that way, I'm pretty frickin' awesome! Because no matter how many other people may be better writers or better storytellers or better selfie-takers, I still have something to say, and damn it, I'm going to say it.
TL;DR: A person's a person, no matter how small.
