I’m Sick of the “Appropriate” Version of Me

So I’m expelling it from my life

Photo by Chris Ainsworth on Unsplash

This month has kindly brought the realization that my 40 years on this earth have somehow been spent accruing outside opinions and auto-installing these beliefs into the very core of my being. How I should act, what I can be, things I’m supposed to want, how large I’m allowed to live, et-fucking-cetera.