so i decide to think about two, three years, ago, and how i am different, and how i am so much the same. and this decision making is always done at night, or when i've had a really long day. and, always, the realization is that there are still a lot of things in my life that i would truly like to shake up.
and my days, they have just been so interesting in and of themselves.
on friday i tought 12 children how to give a teacher a headache, or vice versa. they passed with flying colors, as they were drawing out their ten plagues. yup, i learned how to drive a utah mobile too, to the grocery store with medicine in the candy aisle. we made two batches of alfredo, sans any need for that. i lit off some sparklers using three boxes of matches and no help from the wind.
on saturday, i learned how not to count money and how to spend hours creating error messages on work machines. i drove a mazda at 70 and bought a mint green v-neck at forever 21, in case ten wasn't enough. i watched saturday night live, and became a taxi, and cooked some food, and even realized that i couldn't paint.
on sunday i drank too much coffee and almost forgot my very own name. church taught me how to interact with little kids and be friends with teenage boys. i sat in a hot tub in the cold rain, and then, two hours later, played frisbee in the sun. oh utah. i learned how to hit a baseball and set myself up for three days of dead muscles. i became a mother of two children that just wanted to tell jokes and wear me out, and i didn't even know what to make of it.
and then, on the holiday, i worked, and dealt with angry mothers and confused men, and, by the grace of God, left early.
and today, i was a high school student one more time. i was the girl that ate mcdonald's and regretted. i was jerry lewis and i was bob dylan, as i walked across the stage four times, as i looked at my hair in the mirror. i was a summer night, with ice cream and laughter, and i loved it.
and none of those things would i change for a minute.
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