birds

I decided a little while ago that if I was going to be an animal, I would be an owl, or a hawk or a crow or some kinda bird like that.
So I changed my picture/title to an owl

Thank you everyone for answering my question, it reassured some unsteady things within.

Hannah, I know I told you the day that you posted your blog that I was going to post a reply the next day.
I didn't.
I am sure you caught that, you are a sharp one.
But I am doing it now anyways just so that I can prove that I ment the best.

I didn't take this question the same with everyone else who has replied. I stop, titlted my head to the side a little and honestly considered, how do you know that what you feel is your own? Maybe I missunderstood, but this is what came to my mind. There are some days when I have an opinion, and I think I know that is going on, but then someone will have a contrary opinion on the same subject, and I compeletly agree with them. Then my mind is changed.
Is this because I let their opinions affect how I feel? Or have they simply brought to light something that I had not noticed before? I haven't really decided which it is yet. But the opinions of others, combined with the ads that bombard us everyday and the pressure of our society, what really is our own? This is where I find my answer medling somewhat with what Lyndsay said, where you really do need to understand who you are, what you like, what you don't, what you need and what you want inorder to filter what is you from what you are influenced to be.

For me, I really know it's my own feelings when something clicks right in the region of my heart, it just makes sense, and there is no way I could do anything else because I have right thing imprinted in me. 

Lyndsay life is like a bowl of cranbarries because it is delicious, artsy (with shadows) and not everyone likes it.