Lately Ive been reminiscing about the difficult parts of my life and when I do, it feels as if the parts of me have been compartmentalized. Its almost like a split personality disorder except various personalities take part in the course of several years. Some may argue it may be stages of growing up, but those changes are so severe, it makes me wonder just how normal am I really. For instance, I went from dating a skater to wanting deeply religious husband to pursuing a physicist, to dating a musician-alternative dude, to lawyer-doctor, another musician, business person, and finally married my husband who worked in Big Lots when we met. Am I really just that diverse, or is something wrong with me.
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