The 4th....

Fireworks are beautiful. So beautiful in fact that we save them for special occasions and it's always the best addition to any grand finale. The lights and sounds, the glitter and glitz. The people ooohing and aaahhing as they wonder if their necks will ever be the same.

In a way, this is what I see this time of my life as. My fireworks. The splendor of all of what I am being displayed for all to see and hear. I finally know what I'm about and I'm still learning. Each time I learn something new, I like myself even more. It sounds almost conceited to say so but at this point in my life after spending the last 29 years hating who and what I am, it's a pleasure.

I wonder if I'm closer to the finale - the best part of the display, or maybe I've only just begun. Either way, I'm shining and lighting up the darkness.