Today is my birthday...I don't tell you that for the obligatory "Happy Birthday" - but because I am now 52 years old and I feel that I am actually living for the first time. Why? I think that it is because I have finally rid myself of the need to please everyone except myself. Yes - it took 52 years for me to deal with the childhood full of being a "trained poodle" for my Mother's love...and 52 years to break with the idea that for someone to love me that I have to be who they want for me to be. Isn't that pathetic? Of course it is...but I still have several more years to make it up to myself. I have taken positive steps to being my own person, and have begun to stand up for my wants and needs. No more am I going to allow an unrealistic need for love and acceptance cause me to give up my own self - my Soul - and my dignity. So...if you like me, it will be for exactly who I am, and not because I am who you want for me to be...if you love me, it will be with all of the bad as well as the good...and if you don't like me - well, that is your problem, because I am a pretty cool person!