I look out the window and what do I see?

A slightly opaque reflection staring right back at me!

I just read through some of the older blog posts from a few years ago. I'm a little surprised by how full of venom some of them are. You'd think that some of those posts were directed towards someone who had killed my mother or something! It is comforting to know that I am not the same person I was a few years ago, or even a few months ago, for that matter.

I feel like the not-so-fun events of my life have all turned out well, which is a good feeling. I don't know that I would be too willing to run back and experience some of the things in my life, but I also don't know what all I would really change either. The times spent in my house on 500 when I was so sad about nothing, the girls who I let break my heart, the girls whose hearts I broke in return (and subsequently felt bad about), all of it has made me who I am. I still get down and frustrated, but I think my ability to overcome is at an all time high and I'm in remission from what a good friend of mine once called a vicious cancer, namely anger.

My reflection in the window is a reflection of who I used to be, and past myself I see a lot of really beautiful stuff. It even looks like there's a tree out there with popcorn on it!