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There's a lot of things I dream about. A lot of things I wish to be. A lot of them never came true; or didn't get the chance to.
A Forensic Anthropologist: Put on a higher shelf than I could reach; unattainable though still I wish for it.
An Olympic Swimmer: I was so close; could taste it in my mind. But an injury set me back and it never again was mine.
A Writer: How I want it so. They say that this doesn't count, but I think it should.
Was it Deserved? Don't You Agree? Questions that were never answered of me.
I've gone through a lot in the last 29 years, more than people should have to. I looked at it all, and some I'm yet still too weak to face head on. I made a name for myself; but at the end of the day all I feel is the deep seeded imposter syndrome rear it head and laugh at me, telling me things I don't wish to believe.
And for the longest time, I thought I was just Damaged Goods, too awkward and weird, too tall to stand up. But now, I don't think I am.
I'm still Good, though I feel so bad at it. I'm not Damaged, just a little broken and then glued back together.
And you may feel like Damaged Goods, too, but I got you. And I hope you can find a little solace in this collection, that you can make something good and constructive and creative despite it all.
Love,
Jim.