For all those moms still in those early years!!! (or those who miss those years)
Sometimes I miss getting completely absorbed in a good book. The rush of turning the next page, beginning the next chapter… The anticipation (and bittersweet-sadness of) reading the final page. The complete selfishness of it all–closing out the entire world and entering another, alone.
Sometimes I miss college, when my mind was alive in a new kind of way. These were the years when I started becoming an adult, stepping out of any middle/highschool stereotypical ideas of myself. I began to form opinions, to find connections between the past and the present. This was the time when the arts became a new kind of mirror for me, and I began to know myself in a new way. I miss the voracious search for knowing and learning and understanding the world and my place in it.
Sometimes I miss falling in love. When everything beautiful in the world was awake. Where everything…
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