I have had so many different lives in this life. So many pockets of invention and reinvention, lined with beautiful, bitter-sweet memories.
I have loved them all, and often miss the people and places and different versions of me.
The life I miss the most is the 2-year pocket in Kansas. I was 17, and my life was just beginning (although I didn't know it at the time). So much laughter and joy and innocent (and not-so-innocent) fun was had in college dorm-rooms and back country farm roads.
Even though I was struggling a lot at the time to balance my emotions and survive the growing pains of self discovery, I often look back at that time as ideal. I never knew how much those dusty flatlands would take hold of my soul.
There is a version of me somewhere out there, dancing in the fields. If you see her be sure to say hi.
I have loved them all, and often miss the people and places and different versions of me.
The life I miss the most is the 2-year pocket in Kansas. I was 17, and my life was just beginning (although I didn't know it at the time). So much laughter and joy and innocent (and not-so-innocent) fun was had in college dorm-rooms and back country farm roads.
Even though I was struggling a lot at the time to balance my emotions and survive the growing pains of self discovery, I often look back at that time as ideal. I never knew how much those dusty flatlands would take hold of my soul.
There is a version of me somewhere out there, dancing in the fields. If you see her be sure to say hi.
