A friend liked this on Facebook today. A friend who knew me when.

I was 19 when this photo was taken. Up until 21 I was a mess. This is the only photo I have of the younger me. I guess, no I know that memories weren’t important to me in my younger days. I also know I made many mistakes I can never change.

Those mistakes led me to decisions that put into place my life today. I wouldn’t change my life for anything. I’ve beat myself up at times over choices I’ve made but why? It doesn’t change my past. It’s exactly that my past.

So I went from this gothic sad princess to me. It’s been quite the journey and I’m hoping this year I can leave more of my past there and know I am so different today.