Days feel better than ever, and more and more I become ever so grateful for the life I live and the people who surround me. I’m simply becoming more myself. Growing into a person of a collective spirit that is a collaboration of my company I keep. The people around you are a reflection of yourself. Like my father always says, ‘Baby, you’re only as good as your company.’
Learning new things, meeting more interesting people, evolving my style, creating new habits, developing new ideas and affirmations, growing within myself and contracting a new personality to go with the new mind, that grows with me, myself, and I.
I feel strong(er) than ever.
When I was a kid I was never the party girl, nor the girl who was a hermit. I was always in the middle observing. I spent most of my time alone, and I LOVED it. I went out on ‘adventures’ instead of parties and was lucky enough to experience getting high alone for the first time in my dads garage with my dads weed. Tripped out on my own quintessential young thoughts while listening to my dad’s music collection that included the essentials like: Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, Crosby Stills and Nash, Big mountain, Johnny Cash, Pink Floyd, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, etc… You know, the greatest music, of music. I remember thinking to myself, ‘what kind of person will you be and where will you end up Leah Marie?’ A question I still ask myself time to time.
You see, my parents were very young when they created me. My mother was 19 and my father was 18. They taught me that life is full of disappointments, that money doesn’t last forever, and when things seem really great, they can go bad, so bad that sometimes you can’t recover and in a second, no matter how hard you worked. How much you wanted it. It’s gone. Then theres that moment where you have to get back up and start over. ‘Thats life kid.’ says my dad, ALWAYS.
My parents never sugar coated anything and always were totally honest with me. When we didn’t have money my mom would tell me. When I lost a game she told me why. When my father drank too much, which was often; she never ‘covered’ my eyes or ears. She told me to learn from it and to be better. She never let me ‘think’ life was ok when it wasn’t. My mother doesn’t know it, but that was probably the most constructive lesson(s) she has taught me thus far.
I’m growing today. I feel an inch taller.