Friday, January 27, 2012

3 Things


Sometimes when I see my shadow, especially when I am wearing boots, I have to remind myself that I’m not, in fact, Peter Pan.

 I love that when you catch the eye of a stranger, across the train platform, or in a crowded café, there is a moment of recognition, a moment of understanding that we are all in this life together.

I am waiting for a week that I don't collapse into a heap on Friday night. Maybe that week is as mythical as unicorns and boys that look good in bow ties. But at least when the sound of my heart beating is last thing that I hear and feel as I crash into sleep, I know that I lived, really lived, that day. 

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