I live here. I walk underneath these posts and through the rolling San Francisco fog everyday. I breathe the bay breeze and let it hold my hair until it passes me. This city is my blood. I'm a bred San Franciscan. A city girl with dreams so big and detailed, I'm going to shatter that glass ceiling one day. Watch.

It's just turned fall here and I can tell the season's changing. My eyes catch for warm pea coats in the windows of Union Street and Hayes Valley and my head stays down to the whip of the wind pushing me. I'm automated to stop at every shoe store window searching for the perfect boots. My lady's skin dries and I buy the best oils I find to help keep it moisturized. 

Falls coming. A play off of words, I'm trying to not falter. Friendships are tested when they shouldn't be at all. The "should haves" come out of mouths that I wish knew better than to tell me what to do. Sometimes, it feels as though people need someone to dislike because they ran out of other people to talk about. Or maybe its a subconscious cop-out taken on on someone else. Or maybe its just an excuse to argue and to knit pick at someone else. I choose the side way. Where I let people be and stop telling them the should have because I would do that and so would anyone else just ask talk. Instead, I tell them once, and see if they listen. I'd like for other people to stop telling me how to live my life, and oh I don't know? Maybe? Concentrate on the faults on theirs? 

It's a delicate life I choose to live. A life where you find your real friends and search for more, and maybe the ones you thought were your real friends..... well, you have to question. I'm 24 and have so much to learn. I know I don't have anything figured out. I know to humble myself and continue to be gracious and kind. To mind my manners and mind my own business. Concentration, concentrate.  I have a way to go.