complete with fears and failures and mistakes and regrets and…human things.
For as long as I can remember, 11 has been my lucky number. And now it's 2011. For many reasons, this is a big year for me. I don't know everything that's in store, or who I'll be once the year is over, but please join me as I figure it out step by step, day by day. This is my 2011 in my words.
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Twenty Eleven In My Words
Twenty Eleven In My Words
When did you first realize your parents were humans?
There’s something that’s vaguely depressing about the holidays.
I think it might feel this way even if I’d grown up with the best of childhoods. Because honestly, there’s something kind of sad about growing up. There’s that overwhelming feeling of “what once was.” Change is inevitable, and as I walked around New York today and saw all the families in Central Park taking in the warm weather and being together, I realized that those days are over. That will never again be me and my parents. I’ll never be seven again, wearing my Easter dress, going to church with my parents, having brunch. I know I can one day have that, or something different but equally great with my own family, but it just seems… something’s lost.
I feel so good about the future. Today it just hit me: I know what I need to do, I know how to do it, and I can’t wait to get started. I feel like things are starting to come into focus.
(via ohhhkat)
The wost thing about not being your best friend anymore, is that you’re out there with all this intimate and personal knowledge about my life, and I don’t know how to get it back.
