It occurred to me yesterday that I was a child yesterday.
And today I am where I had never thought I would be.
Standing at the age of between; with two I hold dearly. Car keys in my hand, sorting through a cluttered purse. Pocky sticks and bubble Tea tasting something like yams.
Scattered hues of purple and pink, the faint melody of dancing queen. Raindrops on the window, the cold seeps in; the warmth in my chest and the sun creeping past the clouds. Soft pink blush and rainbow rimmed glasses. Running late, an existential curious state.
Entering the turn lane when I was intending to go straight. Maybe there’s something meaningful in that mistake.
And I know this is all ramblings for another day, but hear me out.
At six I thought I would be one thing, and at sixteen I am something else.
Not where I thought I’d be; but being happy with what my life has become. Trusting in completely being out of control. Letting go of what holds me back.
Maybe this is just some random thoughts set to the music of ABBA. Maybe this is musings for some other time, some other place. Maybe, it’s just a phase.
But for now, it’s my life to live; and I’m living it another day. Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today.
Save retrospect for some other day.