The difference between letting go and the inability to hold on to...lost on you.

So I went into town today. It was really nice. Just to walk around and drink a gingerbread latte and people watch. Listen to music and stay inside my own head for a while...with little distraction. It is what I needed.
But when I got home I just sat down and immediately started crying mercilessly. Which for some reason I felt super embarrassed over...so I apologized to the animals (?). I'm weird.

I stopped in front of a guitarist playing music outside of the coffee shop and turned my music down just long enough to see a little girl point right at me and say, "Mommy is that the lady from the catalog?" And I immediately started squeeing in my own head because my coat made me look like a put together lady.

I've worked so hard everyday to become the person that I am. In every aspect. It really kills me to know that the person I have become might not be good enough. Sometimes I just want to hear that the Megan I thought I was is still the Megan that I am. Considering being less than is a triggering subject for me.