I won't mention
againhow difficult it is to blog this week, k?
Also this post has nothing to do with change.
Except I saw my Daughter2 for a quick minute and if you look at her you will know what I looked like 30 years ago.
She is my mini me.
Minus the tired eyes of course.
It's an amazing thing to have a child who is the spitting image of the girl you once were. In my head I'm still that girl, but the mirror begs to differ. I think I'm okay with that though.
There's a saying, "youth is wasted on the young" but I don't think that's true. It's good to be young. To not know what you don't know. To make mistakes and learn from them. It's also good to grow a little older every year. To recognize that every season of life is built upon the one that came before.
To look behind and look ahead, but find contentment where you are.