I feel like Tinker Bell. For a long time, I denied who I was and tried to be someone I’m not. In some ways, I still do. I hope that one day I’ll become like her, when she finally realized what she was good at and learned to love what she did.
To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; it’s a story you can’t tell. It’s a story you almost by definition, can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a good moment.