What A Difference A Day Makes

     Its 2 am and I'm wide awake, still charged with energy from the most relaxing day I've had in quite a while.  Today I had a lot of time to think on how my expectations and wants and needs have changed as I've grown and become a young woman and how much I may change in the days ahead of me.  I remembered today being a little girl and going through my big sister's closet, trying on her high heels, sneaking through her makeup drawer, making the brilliant decision to shave my legs for the first time because I had seen her do it and thought that if I wanted to be a grown up thats all I needed to do lol; I remembered wishing I would wake up the next day and I would be older and beautiful just like her.  I wanted to be the "it" girl who looked flawless every moment of every day, wore a different outfit every time I walked out the door- each more fashionable than the last; I wanted to wear mascara and diamonds and not hear the words "you're not old enough for that" and I always wanted to be the girl everyone envied because of my perfect wardrobe and beauty.  

      Today, as I sat in my big cozy bed, complete with twinkle lights strung through the headboard, a big white feather comforter, and pillows galore- I wore sweats, yoga pants to be exact, a big soft cotton top with a pretty open back, my hair curly the way it is when I roll out of bed in the morning, and my reading glasses I felt so content with being so simply me- perfectly imperfect.  My mother, at my age, was brilliant, beautiful, talented, driven, she could juggle 1000 things and never quit one of them.  I found a photo of her this afternoon in one of her yearbooks from 1965 (what an old lady! hehe).  She was sitting in an empty classroom on the floor surrounded by at least a hundred polaroids in the middle of the night working to finish the yearbook by the deadline. Today, I read a book I haven't gotten around to picking up in a while, I started this blog that I'm sure will be a new adventure for me- something I can look back on and say "i did that", I checked my class grades and found that I aced my midterm, and spent some time just thinking of all the people and things that mean the most to me and giving them some attention whether it be through a phone call or text messages or hugs and girl talk with my best friend.  I couldn't help but feel proud that I resembled my mom in her black and white worn out polaroid picture.  Such a good day.  Comment and tell me about your day if you'd like, I know I talk a lot but I love to listen <3   

     infinite x's and o's, 

                              Dee