Well, it's ten weeks until the big 4 OH!
I'm taking stock.
I'm pondering.
I'm hesitantly moving forward.
I'm grasping new truths.
I'm letting go of familiar lies.
It's a good place to be.
I was thinking back to my childhood to see if I could recognize what was in my heart way back then. What sort of things did I like, what games did I like to play, what did I like to do, who or what did I pretend to be? What happened to that girl? If I imagine myself so young and small like her, and I could talk to her, what would I say? Or would I say anything? Perhaps I would just listen.
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