My sister and I were looking through old pictures this morning (bad idea, captain), and now I am sort of melancholy. Not because I want to go back in time--that would be weird, and, honestly, if I could go back in time, I would go back to see Cleopatra and Caesar, or F Scott Fitzgerald, or the defeat of the Spanish Armada... Why spend all that cosmic energy to go back fifteen years?
That said, I do miss the girl I was ten, twelve, fifteen years ago. She had heart, and she was brave. I have a more diplomatic face now (I've been practicing, so I'm not quite as unhinged in argument), but I am pretty sure I've lost heart over these last few years. I guess that happens.
And now for something completely different:
4 comments:
We all lose heart and gain wrinkles. Sucks ass.
I'm sayin. That's why I read "Married to the Sea."
I didn't know you in high school and, granted, what I know about you now is strictly what I glean from your blog. But, I would never describe you as someone losing heart. In fact, one of the reasons I read your blog, not even having met you in person, is because you do have heart, and it often inspires mine.
Deep thoughts. Becky Nguyen
Thanks, Becky--you just made my whole day better, and I cannot wait to meet you in person.
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