Apparently I can't just write a journal entry

Uneventful days though they may seem,
Strung together on a fragile thread
Reveal something worth looking at.

Under speculation, no second glances
But take a step back and you'll notice
Changes.
So many.
Little ones,
But always there.

Thoughts tumble through my head,
Freshly laundered;
An almost inaudible hum in the background of my mind.
Instead of separating wishes from reality
Now they blend into days full of new ideas
And the reality of the wishes begin to change.

I become now
Me.
Different from perfect visions long ago
But me, nonetheless.
The rips and hems and patches
That once I scorned as imperfections
I now recognize as character.
My character.

Take away your microscope
The magnification no longer applies.
Step away
And take me as I am.