I have learned so much about myself this year.
I look back and everything has changed.
Not one ounce of old me remains.
In some ways this is the scariest thing in the world.
Is it odd that I'm excited?
Tonight I saw a couple of the girls,
I think they wanted me to spill the beans,
give details and tidbits like I used to
(I always prided myself in being an open book)
but now, my pride lies in my tight lips,
my hesitant heart.
I used to allow myself to be read by everyone for the reassurance.
If they all know everything about me,
there are no surprises.
I realized that I like surprises.
