Sooooo . . .
. . . who the hell do I
want to be when I grow
up?!
I do keep wondering!
Seems like I've lived
many a life this one
time around.
There was that sweet,
innocent, 'lil gal I was
once upon a time. Then
came that rather crazy
teen who ran away from
home at 15 . . .
. . . then onto Mexico
from 17-37. Most phenom,
motherhood and teaching.
And now the unbelievable,
elder years in a tiny 1876
cabin.
Once again I find myself
asking, "Who the hell do
I want to be when I grow
up?! How much longer
do I have to get there? Or,
am I already there, a caso?"
Alas, 'tis a quandary this
whole growing up thing.
Indeed, when are where
does it ever happen?
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