Happy with my unhurried life when i don't wake up in the morning with the list of things to do which had probably hovered in my sleep too.
Happy that i no longer want to do things perfectly because i've realised nothing can really be perfect and that it's not natural...
Absolutely delirious about the fact that i no longer seek approvals from others to tell me if i'm right or wrong,good or bad because now i know it's really not worth it because the great approval should come from within me.
Talking about approvals i admit that i was an approval junkie and i'm enjoying that freedom, that peace one gets when one finally kicks the addiction goodbye.
That i was one i wasn't even aware, not until now. As i went about my affairs i wanted people to tell me how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever i really was."Fear or revere me but please think that i'm special ". i was actually a monkey begging for the approval of others.
And it's scary to think that i somehow managed not to damage myself in any way. Come to think of this, what if i had changed to the liking of others ? i would cease to be me but a stranger whom i myself would fail to recognise.
The happy voice inside me says -hip hip hoo ray.