Cut. Copy. Delete.

Alterations are coming to my life. Not that anyone really reads these posts, but that’s besides the point. Who cares if they do or don’t? Words are words, and I am writing them just to convey what’s up there in my dome. This lightning fast year is terminating, and new horizons await. Trite phrasing? Not in the slightest. This year has developed me into something I take pride in, something I take shame and disgust in, something I can reflect back upon and LEARN from. Intrinsic analysis has been a lengthy affair. I’m wiping the scum off of the view, I’m dusting off those  fragile layers so-long forgotten. I am stepping out into the light. Though I may squint at first from its blaring rays, I will adjust and radiant for moments to come. Here’s my conclusion:

Cutting: The image people paint of me. I am not innocent, I am not naive. I have grown up; not to the extent of which I am a final product, but close enough to where you may not recognize what you used to know.

Copying: The traits of myself that I am proud of and know will be beneficial. I am going to copy the essentials and let them multiply; love, dedication, firm directness, focus, consistency.

Deleting: Areas of concern that hinder. People who don’t allow me do grow. I am going to disconnect maybe from those close to me. After all, those who I thought I knew (even the closest one to me) I don’t know anymore. Such is life, and the attachments of separation (wow, an oxymoron, but one that makes a hell of a lot of sense). 

So go on with yourselves, I’ve been getting along fine without it. Life is still good; if you make it that way.