I used to think that by the time I was my age I would be different but I’m not. I’m still the same me. I’m still THAT girl, the one in the beat up blue Converse, ripped jeans and old t-shirt. The one with chipped fingernails and messy hair putting oil in her car. The one who doesn’t know how to use ANY controllers to anything. The one with more questions than answers. The nervous one chewing the inside of her lip. The one who forgets more than she remembers and yet remembers what she wishes she could forget.
Yep… I’m still that girl. I like to play my music loud. I still have posters hanging on my walls and incense burning in the planter by the sink. I love to lie in bed and watch lightning bugs outside my window and make a wish when I see a star shoot across the night sky. I still believe in family and that you should treat others as you yourself would want to be treated.
Ya know… it’s about being fully alive. It’s about God and who he thought of when he created us. It’s about the belly laughs we had when we were kids that sorrows have dammed up. It’s about letting go and being free. It’s about love and remembering that it is nice to be nice. Group hug.
Woodfairy Words of Wisdom
Remember: when frolicking always frolic around your garden … not on it.