I Am a Free Spirit

[b][c=#000000]I think I'm a bit of a perfectionist, whatever I do in my life it's got to be done properly, meticulously and with detail. Whether it's writing, taking photographs or doing something that brings me joy. I know intuitively I inherited those certain qualities from both my grandmother and mother.

After I lost my Mama a few months ago, I found that I was starting to appreciate the more simpler things in life. I could almost feel her gentle hand on my shoulder at times or her soft voice whispering in my ear. "Love, laugh, smile, give generously and always be the person you know you are inside."

Life has to have purpose, you learn to accept the changes after a loss and look around you, almost as if you're seeing your surroundings for the very first time. Sometimes I'll admit that that there's times that I wonder why one has to experience pain to become stronger.

Your strength gives you courage to move forward reflectively. The self doubts are normal for most of us. Everyday one learns something new and we learn to trust our instincts. Maturity comes with a cost, we never seem to be fortunate enough to go through our lives unscathed.

I told my lovely daughter last night that the rejuvenation process from our childhood to maturity is a beautiful and wondrous thing. It almost feels as if you're reborn, a totally new person, inside and out. The impetuous impulses and rash decisions of youth, allow us to think more rationally as adults. There's a finer balance, as we become more comfortable with who we are as a unique entity and individual.[/c][/b]