Starting over, or am I?
Tomorrow I start my new life. And I know every change I've been through has started my new life, but this is the start of a very real very new part of my life that until recently I never thought could happen. And so I've been reflecting.
Every change I've been through I've seen as a chance to start over and erase everything I wanted to forget. And I was always so happy to let my past slip away to what I thought was oblivion. But the truth is it would always come back. Just when I thought I could shut the door forever, it would slip back into my life and torture me. So this time will be different.
This time, I'm not starting over, just moving forward. I can keep those things with me and let them shape me. Like they should. I can't hide from my past or the things I'm scared of anymore. Just like I've learned to accept my mouth and everything that came with that, my past and the person I was are things that I need to keep with me. They can be private, I can keep them to myself, but I can't let them go completely.
So tomorrow I won't be a brand new, shiny Robin. Just the same Robin that has decided to remember the past in a passive but still relevant way.
