Kind of lost sight of life there for a bit. Or rather, some of the more important things in life.
Still want the Marine, still think we have potential, beginning to really see what the problems would be. And they might have turned out to be irreconcilable, but that’s something it seems we’re not going to find out.
I think it is a good idea to learn how to present myself as an adult (okay, to learn to behave as an adult occasionally probably wouldn’t hurt either) but I need to remember to never lose sight of who I am and from where I have come.
I might want to be in shape, but I don’t want to become cleavage in a Facebook profile pic. As important as a first impression may be, and in spite of the fact that “beauty” appears to rule the world, I never want to become so involved with my appearance that I forget that even if it seems like I can’t win without outdoing the next girl, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I “lose” if I don’t conform, because my world needs to be bigger than myself. It’s not wrong to take care with how I look and what impression I make, but my whole existence has never previously revolved around whether my shoes matched my purse, and it won’t start now.
If I’m never popular, pretty or married, but I change the world in any small way for that better, that will be the better reward. I let myself get distracted by the vanities there for a bit, but it’s time to come home.
