If I wasn’t so locked down, I would dye my hair, maybe get myself a raccoon tail, get a piercing, maybe on my nose or a bar, get a tattoo of a phrase from the bible or a replica of Katy Perry’s Jesus tattoo on my wrist, party my face off like all those crazy teenagers do, and have the best time of my life.
But no, I get to stay home and clean clean clean.
Who the hell stays the same? No one. I don’t complain about people changing because that’s what everyone goes through in life. I’ve made different decisions. You don’t have to agree with them. And I definitely don’t need your approval for it. The outcome is my consequence whether it’s good or bad. If it’s good, then I made a choice for the better. If it’s bad, leave it to me to learn from my mistakes and make no judgments of it.
If you can’t keep up with me, then thats fine. I’m not asking you to be there for me every single step of the way. I got my Jesus 24/7.