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.