It Happens to the Best of Us

 

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!