Been stuck in somewhat of a downward spiral, these past few weeks. Thinking about a lot
of random things. Life lessons, work, deadlines, family, home, memories of sleeping on
beaches and staring at the sky, skiing in Colorado, and dancing at talent shows with min-
iature best friends. I'm guessing this is somewhat of a crisis? What else could it really be?
I thought I had gotten this over with at 25?! 30 is just a number, I tell myself. But then I
look in the mirror and notice little things. The tiny indentations we call wrinkles, forming
at the corners of my eyes. The little silver strands of hair, the dark circles under my eyes.
Things that weren't there before, but are now. I didn't think it would bother me at all. It's
age, something that comes whether we like it or not! Why care about these things we can't
control, anyway?
I sit in bed running through odd memories. My mind won't sleep, it just keeps pacing around
an empty room, somewhere between 1986 and 1998. What's this obsession w/ childhood?!
I'm completely confused! All I can really do is learn a way to embrace it, this age thing. It's
not so bad, right?
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