I came across this Sylvia Plath quote and wondered how she managed to put the thoughts of the last five years of my life into one short sentence of just eight words.
Now, I’d like to stress, I like who I am. I’m proud of who I am, and I’m proud of most of my actions to date. But I’ve learned, unfortunately, that you can be proud of who you are, while still wishing for a different you…
I’ll start from the beginning.
I was almost 10-years-old and as happy as a 10-year-old could be. It was a weekday afternoon on Spring break. I found myself with my brother and dad, lost in the middle of Boca Raton, Florida, trying to find an ice skating rink.
My dad had promised me he’d take me skating and he finally decided he couldn’t get away with postponing it any longer.
Why did I want to go ice skating so badly? I honestly don’t even remember.