Skeletons Walking Around

This morning I finished my final project for Women's Literature. I learned almost nothing about Women's Literature since the class wasn't the best organized, taught and tended to lean more towards that hatred of men rather than the love of women. However, from the texts and papers I learned a lot about myself. I just finished taping together (for the second time because I taped it backwards the first time) a timeline of my life for the past two years. I've done and seen a lot in two years, and it has made me who I am. There were parts of the past two years that I felt were skeletons in my closet waiting to fall out, but after writing this project, I feel like I let them out. I let it all out. All my mistakes and my pain, my love and my hope. I let it all out. I felt as though I was Atlas shrugging the world off my shoulders and letting it roll away. What did surprise me, however, is what I am feeling now. I am no longer ashamed, scared, or sad about my past. I love it because without it, I wouldn't be who and where I am today. I'm not saying I am some great person today, but I like who I am, and without the past two years, I wouldn't be me. So, if you happen to run across one of my skeletons, don't shirk from it, but know that I let it go. I let it all go.