New year, same me, that's
the way it's always going to be. Because I try and try
and try to change, but I always fall back on the same page.
I'm impatient and judgemental, and I lie when it's
uncalled for. This isn't my story of embracing my
imperfections, I'm just giving them their needed
acknowledgements. Because I'm old enough to know now,
that a new year doesn't necessarily mean I'll be
stepping into a new me. I'm just getting older, more
mature if you say so. But at the same time, every day is a
new opportunity to let go of the same old.