Life is... ongoing. Which is good. It is frustrating right now and full of wondering instead of the childlike wonder it used to hold. I seemed to have lost the old me who skipped down halls and sung to the moon every evening while swimming lazy laps in the pool. The jeans and dresses got traded for sensible work pants and by sensible I mean boring. I miss the person I used to be who was confident and fun and fearless. When did I become so fearful? I don't want to be fearful. Life is a balancing act at the moment when I want to be carefree on the trapeze bars. Can I find the whisper of who I used to be. I want to. I miss that girl. She was so strong and fiercely sure of her future. She loved easily and wasn't afraid to be herself. She is hiding deep inside, but I am tired of hiding. No more hiding.
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