Ohh 16 held such better days…like most rebellious teens I could have cared less about the opinions of others… good I was grateful and bad I blew off. I knew what I wanted, how I felt about myself and where I was going. I carried my vibe through until my early 20’s. Sometime after my arrival in California, I lost that. I was in the perfect state, with perfect weather, perfect looking people, a place where “you’ll never find the dance floor empty”… all this perfection, and yet I had none of it surrounding me. Every negative opinion tore away another piece of me. The years went on and then enough was enough.
Several months back, I promised myself once I turned 30, that those opinions would no longer be a factor in my life and how I will chose to run it.
Be my friend if you want to be my friend and don’t if you don’t.
You don’t like the color I chose to paint my daughters toe nails? Then don’t look.
You can’t understand why I won’t eat meat or dairy but I’ll carry Fendi? hmmm... you must not own a ‘Fendi’.
You don’t like tattoos? You don’t have too.
You say you’re a better parent than me? Maybe you are and congratulations.
Until next time...!
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The Rebels.
