stomp stomp, roar

I feel like I didn't do anything today except overstep boundaries in every direction. Though perhaps that's not such a bad thing. I can promise it was not done with ill intent. And perhaps any movement, even movement that takes me directly over others' toes, is better than none.

Still I feel prickly and sharp and yet oddly, unfamiliarly, justified.

Go on, tell me I was wrong. I dare you.

I think if I saw my mother right now I would slap her face. Normally I would just hide, or cry. I think I might never get married, and the thought suddenly makes me feel free instead of afraid. I don't want to be a lawyer, not even a little bit; but it excites me to consider taking on the challenge of the bar exam. Go figure!

What a strange day. What a strange time.

Hello there, Me.

It's so nice to finally meet you.