On finding myself...Had a crazy dream a couple of nights ago that won't let go. I'm realizing that my entire life seems about trying to define me...to me I guess. The journey began early, and always involved moving away from where I started. I spent so many years wanting something more...more knowledge, more sophistication, more adventure, more beauty, more money, more friends, more acceptance. Being myself wasn't ever enough. I think the journey is taking me back to where I started. I don't need so much more, anymore. I feel OK with the me that my parents created and nurtured. Pretty simple, not very exciting, but it feels like enough.