Let me say without reservation you've surpassed everyone's expectations...
A little experiment here.
Almost twenty years ago, this was me. It's one of my favorite pics ever, taken with a bunch of girlfriends before my friend Tish moved away forever. I'm wearing her denim. ;-) She used to dress me for the BEST stuff...doctor's wife, you see. I miss her.
Anyway, the point of the picture is....what the hell happens to us when we're not looking? People around me say I've grown a good deal emotionally in the past few years and I think I know what they mean. But inside? I'm the same. I don't think much of me has ever changed...it's just others' perception of me that changes. Well, that and the fact that THEY see me getting older. Why do you suppose I didn't see it happening myself until all of a sudden I was different?
I read something like that once, about an old lady...I think it was a poem. She says everyone else sees an old lady, but inside, she's still the same girl she always was.
Believe me, I'm not depressed about it. Matter of fact, now that I have the opportunity, I can't find the words.
Maybe I should write a poem.
Oh yeah, that's already been done.
Maybe I should stop looking at pictures. :-D
Almost twenty years ago, this was me. It's one of my favorite pics ever, taken with a bunch of girlfriends before my friend Tish moved away forever. I'm wearing her denim. ;-) She used to dress me for the BEST stuff...doctor's wife, you see. I miss her.
Anyway, the point of the picture is....what the hell happens to us when we're not looking? People around me say I've grown a good deal emotionally in the past few years and I think I know what they mean. But inside? I'm the same. I don't think much of me has ever changed...it's just others' perception of me that changes. Well, that and the fact that THEY see me getting older. Why do you suppose I didn't see it happening myself until all of a sudden I was different?
I read something like that once, about an old lady...I think it was a poem. She says everyone else sees an old lady, but inside, she's still the same girl she always was.
Believe me, I'm not depressed about it. Matter of fact, now that I have the opportunity, I can't find the words.
Maybe I should write a poem.
Oh yeah, that's already been done.
Maybe I should stop looking at pictures. :-D