I don’t mind being crazy.
I can shrug off the looks when I start talking like Scarlett O’Hara for no reason.
I can throw up my hands and giggle for no good reason at all.
I can sit with my kids and shout out random things with them and not care.
I can just write the most elegant stories.
I can break out in dance in my kitchen while I cook lunch.
I can take the coolest pictures.
I have the awesomest dreams.
Some days…I’m okay with being me.
I’m pretty awesome being me.