I usually avoid mirrors. Mostly, because I don't enjoy looking at myself in them. But also, because if you stare at them long enough, the person staring back just doesn't look the same anymore.
I'm in a weird place right now. I want to think that I know who I am, but I'm not recognizing the person living in my skin (of which there is far too much, by the way).
She craves going for a run, she sews (or at least tries to), she thinks she's all crafty, and she has been able to turn down sugar for four days now.
Totally not me. At least not the me that I used to know.
And yet I often see glimpses of the me that I am so familiar with. The one that doesn't like to commit to anything (or at least let anybody know about it), for fear of failure. The one that would rather lay in bed for another 15 minutes instead of squeezing in a run. The one that can't wait until Saturday, when she can have a cupcake for her daughters birthday.
I can't tell where one person ends and the other begins. And I don't know how to live in a world where they coexist.