Really restless.
I had a chance recently to visit myself. And not just any 'ol me - the best version of me. The completely confident, happy, social, at ease with life, and comfortable in her own skin version of myself. I love that me. I love spending time with her. Watching her work her magic on the people around her. She fascinates me and I wonder why she isn't around more often. What keeps her hidden? Fear? Lack of trust? Lack of faith? I feel like I've been given a glimpse of the "zen" me (for lack of a better word) and when I pass enough tests, go through enough trials in life then I will become that me. Forever.
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