morning

i didn't want to get out of bed this morning. not because i was tired. i wasn't. not because i was sad. i wasn't. i didn't want to get out of bed, because i knew i had to. this rebellious nature i have is starting to be annoying. live in the moment, linds. live in the God-damn moment. stephani, i hope you are having more luck with this than i am.

so today in my poetry class, this older woman who sits behind me says, "lindsay, you are the voice of reason." and later, "lindsay, i am so happy you are in this class. you make it so fun. you are so honest. not many people are like that." my thought, "tell me about it. i think i am too honest for my own good." but the fact i can openly discuss menstruation and the negative effects of the monthly period in a class full of strangers (half of which are guys) made me realize how much i love the fact that i am me. i love that i am brave. and honest. and have a take it or leave it attitude. i love that my face rarely turns red from embarrassment. i love that i have opinions. intelligent ones. and i love that i am gutsy enough to express them. share how i feel. because, hell, that's me. it's just me.