I can accept that I will always have black hair.
I can accept that I am 5'1'.
I can accept that I am woman, a mother, a sister.
I can be a better person.
I can extend my hand toward new friendships.
I can't expect everyone to understand me. I need to be vulnerable to do so. I don't like emotional displacement, especially being vulnerable (except in writing).
I can't accept my own judgments. They are clouded, often murky, and there is something beyond face-value.
I can't make any more assumptions. Assumptions make wild thoughts run far.
I can't expect to be live passionately, if I fear going outside.
