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As I sit in the coffee shop on this Sunday afternoon, a sweet old lady engages in conversation with me. First starting off with small talk and then progressively becoming a more in depth conversation about  life stories. I learn that she was married more than once and that her first marriage was full of unhappiness. I engage, I emphasize, I laugh. I can't help but wonder how this little old lady is viewing this 25 year old girl sitting in the coffee shop with her chai tea and Psychology books.

Sometimes, I become so wrapped up in how I want others to perceive me. I just want someone to see the real me. The motivated girl who is just trying to make the world a better place. Yet I think people just see this girl who cancels or turns down plans, without knowing it is because she is too tired to engage in conversation that is outside of work or school. Or maybe as a hypocrite because she gives such great advice (I mean, heck: that's basically my career) yet struggles to apply it to her own life.

 Does she see me as a broken girl striving to feel whole again? Does she see me as the mistake from two nights ago? Does she seem me as a hard working graduate student? Does she see me as having it all together, like so many others might? Does she even see me? Does it even matter what she sees me as? Do I even see me?