This post has nothing to do with Frida Kahlo or art. I have just been obsessing over her lately and I found this picture of her that I really like.
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Growing up I never would have imagined that I would have gone through half the crap that I did. Some of it was good, some of it was bad and some of it was awful. But in the end it's all ok because I am here and I am genuinely happy. I am married to an awesome man. I have so many wonderful people in my life. I have a beautiful home. I am continuing my education. My job really sucks but at least I have job and it's not flipping burgers! And I'm healthy. Maybe I didn't move to Paris or become a National Geographic photographer. That doesn't matter though. What matters to me is that things are good. My life is almost exactly what I imagined it would be at nearly 30.
On the flip side so many of the amazing people that I grew up with, the people that I thought would have gone somewhere, are some how stuck. It's like they never learned how to grow up or they just gave up trying. So they do all that they can to stay in their little safety zone. And when they get pushed beyond that zone they don't know what to do. They either sink or swim. It's kind of pathetic. And I'm not saying that in a mean or hurtful way at all. It's just so sad to see hopes and dreams crushed by the people that gave life to them. Their own worst enemy. And change wont come easily, if at all. It breaks my heart.
Anyway, I guess the whole point of this is that I never gave up on myself. Even when I thought that I did, even when I desperately wanted to, I never could. It makes me wonder about the people that do...
