Quite honestly I haven't read much at all.
This whole new beginnings thing is intimidating, I should be pretty good at it by now but it turns out I don't know myself as much as I thought I did.
I thought this would be easier. But I'm just sitting here with a charlie horse torturing my second toe, and I think I have ADD. I already had to turn off my music because I couldn't concentrate.
I thought this process would go a little differently.
I'm just alone here in my room, thinking about gigantic thunderstorms,
and rambling on about nothing while the scent of a lavender candle entertains my senses.
I think I'm scared. Scared of sharing my soul with other people.
I'm nervous that she isn't ready to meet new people yet. She's only just learned
how to ride a bike without training wheels.
She still walks around with her hair in pigtails and tastes crayons to see if they
actually taste like purple. She still puts her shoes on the wrong feet, colors on the walls
like they were built to be her canvas, and screams her ABC's at the top of her lungs. She still wears
a bib when she eats everything (and she will eat everything). She's still scared of the monsters in her closet, and still sleeps with a teddy bear named patches. She still plays with baby dolls, believes in fairies, and is scared of alligators coming out of the bath tub drain.
She still lives in a world of make believe.
I don't want her to wake up.
Can't I just send her to live in Neverland with Peter Pan?
That way she won't have to grow up.
