I’ve never thought of myself as inspirational. I’ve wanted to be. I’ve wanted to a good person, someone worth being around. I also wanted to be me.
I didn’t start this website to be inspirational. I don’t think I have the market on stories of tragedy, or redemption. I wonder, sometimes, if my combative and rebellious nature is even useful. I still carry so much anger.
Today is International Women’s Day. I don’t know what this means to me. I’m not the person who fights specifically for women or minorities. I’ve spent so much of my life just trying to–be.
I wasn’t planning to write today. At least not anything for the public eye. I’ve been writing like crazy, and making plans, and sometimes it’s nice to just be.
And then I got a message, and it touched my heart. And I’ve been thinking about it all day. And I feel thankful, and moved. And always full of love.