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If I could have seen myself today from the perspective of ten years ago, driving through the streets of Seattle, listening to Hurt on the All 90's station, returning home to my long-haired, literate boy and my dog and my well-stocked liquor cabinet (because that would have meant a lot more back then), wearing this peasant blouse and flouncy gypsy skirt, I would think I had it made. I would be proud of my future self.
But I'm not quite there. The goal seems to have moved on me, and I'm not sure it was a move in the right direction.
But I'm not quite there. The goal seems to have moved on me, and I'm not sure it was a move in the right direction.