There comes a time in life when you know you need to walk away. Whatever the situation is, you just know it.
I'm a born optimist. One of my MOs is to always assume best intent. In whatever someone does. Even if they do something hurtful or isn't there for you. Always assume best intent. But when they consistently seem to let you down, there comes a time when even the biggest optimist has to say "Enough is enough. I am done letting you drain me."
I sit here in the room at my parents' house that my mom has designated "the Julie" room." Pictures from my childhood adorn the walls and the dressers. My Kindergarten photo, my high school graduation photo, my college sorority photo.
What strikes me about these pictures is that at each stage in life, there were different things that were important to me. When I was in Kindergarten, it was about coloring, playing, and not peeing in my pants. When I was in high school, it was about first dates, graduating, and not feeling awkward in my own skin. When I was in college, it was about partying with friends, figuring what to do with the rest of my life, and still not feeling awkward in my own skin.
And I'd say that at each of those moments, that's how I defined myself - student, daughter, friend trying to not feel awkward in my own skin. But when I sat down to put together this blog, the cursor stared at me as I attempted to write the "About Me" section.
Who the heck am I?