The only thing constant in life is change. My life is like a great big forrest. Who I am now, is someone I wanted to be, but it still feels like something is missing. Something is always missing. It’s funny, I made a list of all the people I admire (20) and why I admire them. The word Activist and/or Feminist came up 28 times. Creativity and Writing were the next popular choice. And it’s strange, because when you really think about it- I am these people. Okay, I’m not Selma Hayek (god, I love her boobs!) but I am an activist. I have protested. I’m a volunteer. I’m the president of an organization. I’m a writer. I am everything I enjoy about these people. Why can’t I ever go home? I mean home, like peace inside me. Maybe it’s just me and the way I judge myself. how do I get there? I’ve tried so hard.