There was a girl

And she thought about faith and people and life.  And she wrote those thoughts down, so that someday I could read them.  And somedays I think she was a genius.  And others, an idiot, but she didn’t care, because she thought she’d always be me.  Or I would always be her.  And I’m not.
That’s a hard thing to admit, sometimes, that I’m not who I used to be.  Obvious, maybe… I don’t live where I did, or spend time with the people I used to, but still hard.  Once I believed that growing up was something real and tangible, and now I’m afraid it’s a thing we all just play at.  I used to try harder… at lots of things.  I used to think things through a little more.  Admittedlie I also used to be a lot more miserable, but…

Eh, tomoro is Friday, and who wants to be introspective on a Friday… so tonight let’s remind that girl that two of her biggest dreams have come true.  Who can say that?  Not many people.

Now it is time for Chapter 9 of Wee Free Men.

 

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