When I grew up, I traded in my Doc Martens for high heels.
I traded in my peroxide-induced copper streaks for long layers at the local salon.
I donated my satchel with the Dr. Pepper patch, opting instead for Coach handbags in a colorful palette.
I traded Social Distortion for Blink 182; shots of moonshine for a glass of wine.
I put my worn copies of Wilderness & American Night in a dresser drawer.
When I grew up, I forgot who I was, who I had always been…who I wanted to be.
I’m starting over now – better late than never!
Funny, I’ve been working through a similar post in my mind the past few days.