Diana's Diary Reboot Entry 6


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Dear Diary,

I’m going to tell you something secret: I used to wish I had the perfect life. I guess it’s weird to say “used to” when I mean, like, a month ago, but it’s true. When I wasn’t working hard to get straight As or make sure I had the best outfit, I spent a lot of time fantasizing about how my life could be better. I don’t just mean the princess stuff, but real-life things, too. If my mom was around, life would be perfect. If my friends did everything I wanted them to, life would be perfect. If I had a boyfriend and a spot on the cheerleading team, life would be perfect.

Here’s the thing that’s changed: I’m starting to realize that life can’t be perfect. I mean, it shouldn’t. I know, that’s totally crazy for me to say. I’m Diana, after all. But if my dance with Cassie was perfect right away, we wouldn’t get to feel the pride of practicing hard to make it better (BTW, it’s amazing now). If our plan to figure out Miss Dawson went perfectly, then Cassie and I wouldn’t be getting closer. Of course, I wish my mom was around more, and I wish she’d say she’s proud of me in more than a voicemail, but that's for another day.

I’m kind of proud of myself, though. Not just for the physics test (I got an A, of course) but for the way I feel. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel so stressed every day. I actually laugh a lot, and I look forward to dance class and hanging out with Cassie. There’s something about Cassie that makes me feel like I don’t have to be perfect. She’s totally herself, and she’s okay with that. It makes me feel like I can be happy with myself, too.

I think I’ll always feel that pressure to be perfect, but I’m glad it’s starting to fade. After all, a perfect life would be pretty boring. Gotta go practice my dance with Cassie now!

Until next time,

Diana