I wanted to live a life of this person that I always imagined I'd be. Funny thing, I wake up sometimes to look in the mirror only to find a stranger staring back at me. Then thoughts of how I will never be who I wanted will arise and sometimes worry that I'm not going to be who I need to be. If I wanted to fret over such things I couldn't tell you which might hurt worse.
Rather than drowning myself in those thoughts I'd prefer to think of them with wonder. How much I have and yet I haven't changed through the years? Every day I am new because a part of me dies and a new part is born. Like a river ever changing.
Maybe I'm not grounded? Maybe I'm just distracted as I always am.
