Sometimes I don’t understand people who go to funerals. They go to celebrate that person’s life, they say, but if I died this year and you hadn’t seen me or spoken to me in the past year, I wouldn’t want you there, because you would be celebrating an old me. I would want me to be remembered for who I am, even if that’s broken, lost, or hurt. I’m not giving up, I’m just saying I’m trying to progress, and I’d want to be remembered for that. And yet
In short, say what you want to say. See who you want to see. Be who you want to be. Don’t be afraid to be who you used to be, but don’t be afraid to be someone new.
It’s been a really rough day, so I just needed to remind myself of this.