Falling Together...

My life is falling together. The hardest part is that as I pull the pieces of my puzzle away from the life I've been leading it leaves holes in other's puzzles. I know that's scary because I've been there. I can't live a life that I don't choose. I have a hard time fitting in any mold set in front of me. It's like looking at an acorn and saying, "Be a TREE!". It doesn't work. It takes a lot of time and sometimes you have to find a new acorn. I've lived my life mostly for others, except for a few months when I first moved to Iowa. I had never lived on my own before then. I made it though. I made mistakes, then some more mistakes, then some worse mistakes. Although, now I'm here trying to right my wrongs and it takes twice as long. I guess basically I'm just ready to live, or slow down, or a nice combo of the two. I want everyone to be happy but I realize I can't fix everything, nor is it my responsibility to fix anything for anyone else. I'm scared, but I'm not alone. It's an uphill battle, but things are looking up and I have soldiers by my side. I may be living life for me, but that doesn't make me selfish.