I am a spiritual person.
I can still set boundaries, though I often don’t.
I can still curse, talk smack, and joke around about sensitive subjects; I can miss the mark often, and I often do.
I can get angry.
I can make tons of mistakes, and I have already made my share of mistakes.
I can be schizophrenic. I can and will joke about being schizophrenic. I can hate being a schizo and I can take some pride.
I can have desires, and be as human are, too. I can even loathe and hate. I can also accept and forgive.
I can change.
I can grow.
I can fall.
I can learn and evolve.
I can be hard on myself and others, as human can do, and I can cut myself some slack and relax.
I can change, if I want, even if I don’t want.
I am embraced by the divine, however I might understand, believe, and call my own God, or higher power, my spirit, core, or source.
My universe is mine.
Yours is yours.