A Ramble

 

Blog co-author: fail 

 

It is not as though I don't want to invite the entire world in on my most intimate thought processes. It is just that I am so involved in having them, and doing them, that often I fail to write them down.  I also lack the words to describe so much of what is going on in my life. I can't begin to convey the intense excitement that burns within me when I contemplate my life and the future. When I talk about it there seems to be a disproportionate amount of eye rolling.

 

Four years ago I wrote a letter to my 17 year old self. If I were to rewrite that letter today it would be completely different. It would be more along the lines of: obviously you are going to mess-up, but the majority of the things that happen in this world are not your fault or responsibility.  Take what comes and roll with it because inside of you is me. You have an amazing potential for joy and wonder!

 

I think my 17 year old self would have cringed at that advice and crawled back into her self defeating, self destructive reality of her own creation.  Crying in fear that to see the sunlight she might get a sunburn in the processes. As afraid of success as of failure, never standing and making a decision, living a life that's choices were defined by default. Not living, just breathing.

 

Life is a bit different now, walk with me and we will talk.

Comments

[Cori]

Um, your profile pic is incredibly awesome and I am super jealous.

Also, loved the post. My 17 year old self was self-assured, capable, ready to take on the world but scared of boys. Have things changed too much? Really? ;)

Can't wait to meet Korrin + 17 years of adventure and wisdom.

[Korrin]

I suppose I could make you one so we could be all matchy.

[Cori]

I like being "matchy" ;) Can't wait to see your new digs tonight!