A decision

I've come to a decision. Or maybe it's more of a revelation. I don't know, really.

I've decided I'm going to stop letting myself be defined by a number on the scale, my love life or lack thereof, a grade in a class, people who choose not to talk to me, or my reputation. There is only one person with the power to control me - and that's me. Why do I let other people set the standards I live by? In the end, it's my life. My choices. My decisions. I am blessed to be a young woman who is only four weeks away from being a college graduate. While so many of my friends are tying themselves down with majors they don't love, jobs they're not passionate about, and people that they do love, I have none of that. I've got a degree I've loved (and one that I really wasn't crazy about, but that's okay), I can find a job that keeps me interested, and I don't have a boyfriend or husband to tie me down. I can move to Kentucky if I want - I can go to graduate school in England if I want.

The world is out there, and it's full of possibilities for me. I can do anything. I can be who I want to be. I can go somewhere and be whomever I want to be.

It's kind of exciting.