rooted

i think about patterns a lot. ups and downs. rollercoasters and sailboats. my parents are great people. they rock and they will do anything to support me. i often feel guilty that i'm crazy about certain things because they have embedded particular patterns into my head. i hate that i feel like it's their fault. however, something i've learned teaching preschool is that children are just children. they are completely dependent on their parents to teach them, to guide them. when parents don't do these things, or do them very poorly, it's downright sad.

point is, everyone has their issues. most people's are normal, run of the mill anxieties that stem from the way their parents raised them or failed to raise them. i realize that i am no exception. my scars are deep. boo-hoo right?

eh, mildy wrong. even the smallest issues can mess up your interactions with people, relationships, friendships.

fixing these problems is hard work, and it is absolutely exhausting.

feeling like you are becoming your own whole, confident, independent person is awesome.