Life has a funny way of throwing curve balls at every stop along the highway of life. Depending on the pit stop you make or the exit you get off, everything changes. The scenery. The direction. The location. Everything. The one constant on that trip is the mode of transportation. My body, my brain, somewhere the shy child later to be the shy teenager, purpose driven graduate, all resides in that constant. It is so easy to get wrapped up in the necessaries of life as we believe them to be that along the way one becomes lost.
I have become increasingly lost. I want that person back. The person inside my brain that knew exactly who she was, what she was going to do, to become. The girl who was going to buy the van and create wondrous poetry and brilliant works in it on the way to Monterey. The girl who was going to write somewhere new everyday.
The dictionary states that reinvent as a verb means bringing back into existence or use. It is time I came back to existence.
Time to start living again...
Time to be the girl who was going to live by the edge of the world.
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