I am a walking contradiction.
I crave adventure and new experiences,
but I’m annoyingly resistant to change.
To the public, I’m a social butterfly,
but I prefer small intimate gatherings instead.
I’m so open when I write,
but I still struggle to verbally communicate.
I encourage my loved ones to reach out if they need help,
but my pride gets in the way when it’s my turn.
I’m so ready for a fresh start,
but I mourn the life I’m leaving behind.
I’m excited for what’s to come,
but I’m scared of the unknown.
I am a walking contradiction, and it used to bother me.
But I know that two feelings can co-exist at the same time.
I may be a walking contradiction,
but I allow myself to feel both conflicting emotions openly.
I give myself grace in these realizations,
But… — There is no “but.”
I’m a walking contradiction, and that is perfectly fine.