I am still alive, just in case anyone was wondering. My stupidity and cowardice concerning a certain situation got me into some trouble (email me if you want more information, I really don’t want to get into it), and I was a little bit sad about that. But there’s nothing I can do about it, so I’m done worrying.

For much of my life, I’ve been concerned, probably too much, about what others think of me. I don’t want people to dislike me. I avoid confrontation as much as humanly possible. I’m getting better about this, little by little, and recent events have just solidified that. This is me. Better or worse, like me or not, I am who I am. And I think that a big part of getting older is coming to terms with that…most of us (I think women, especially. Correct me if I’m wrong?) spend a lot of time struggling with who we are, from the time we swim in the shark tank of middle school (anyone see Mean Girls? Exaggerated, yes, but really not so far off), throughout adolescence, college, career, etc. I hear that this improves greatly in the 30s. I do hope that’s true!