"The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. " - Hazrat Inayat Khan

Yeah. I've been enlightened. A bit late, but still, you know, better late than never. I just have to say, and I've thought about this many times, I am who I am. Take it or leave it. The only person who knows me inside out is me. Not my husband. Not my parents. Not my sisters. Just me. And who I am is forever changing. The person who I am now is different from the one I was just this morning. Life experiences, and I do have a life, continuously mold me into what and who I am.

The only thing that will never change is my wish for every person whom I know to find their own happiness. Because, despite my frequent bitching about my personal life, I am generally blessed and therefore, generally happy. I have a husband who loves and admires me and whom I love and admire in turn, kids who are wonderful and smart and healthy, and friends who appreciate what I am able to bring into their lives, and for whom I am immensely thankful.

I am aware that in the same way that another person can never truly know who I am, I can never know another person as much as he knows himself. If there's anything college philosophy taught me, it's that I am responsible only for how I feel for another person. The rest is up to them. This is not to say that I am not affected nor hurt. Of course I am. But I am 29 years old. And I will act like one.