Reflection

So, considering the dust in my hands is glitter now, there is a comfort in letting it fly away in the wind. Releasing the remnants of who I used to be makes me smile. There is only room for growth. The uphill battles of sobriety, morality, and responsibility take up all my energy and refill my empty cup at once. A little laugh gives me the strength to stay up all night. Now that I’m older, I’m losing calcium, but I’ll be alright. I’m rewarded for being exhausted. The new classical pieces I’ve found add a layer of simple reflectiveness to my day. Almost thirty sounds young and feels old. I hope I’m reaching a second wind, but something tells me a wind like that isn’t coming yet, and I should revisit the idea around the age of forty-two, if I can. Still, if I could tell my younger self anything, it would be to care less. If I had simply said “girl whatever” I think half of the problems I found would have gone undiscovered. Still, I have no regrets. I settle down easily. I live, love, and laugh at myself.