Yesterday I mentioned that I was not at all sorry to see the end of the year.
Still, I admit to feeling uncomfortable with the number of “new year, new me” posts on social media in the past 24 hours.
New year? Undoubtedly. New beginnings? Sure.
But I am not a “new me”.
I am the same old me: the one who survived the trauma, grew stronger through it, and resolved to keep going.
I am the me who worked hard for every one of my achievements: nobody else was ever going to do it for me.
I am the me who stood tall in the face of false friends and two-faced people, and then walked away and slammed the door on them for good.
I am the me who refused to be intimidated by those who don’t understand me… the me who will not be ashamed of who and what I am.
I am the me who embraces creativity, individuality, and difference… and encourages others to do the same.
I am the me who encourages young people to choose kindness and reject hate.
Those are all good things. Powerful things. Brave things.
I have earned them, and I will own them.
I’m not perfect. I still have things to learn and growth to accomplish.
But those who would prefer a different, more comfortable, easier-to-live-with me? They can go and boil their heads, because that’s not going to happen.
2 thoughts on “New Year… Same Old Me”
I feel exactly the same, I will not change who I am, I’ve fought hard for years to be myself and that authenticity won’t change with a new year. 💙