I've been staving off my craziness with nail polish, plumping lip gloss and eye shadows. If I couldn't dye my hair blue or purple, I don't know what I would do. I can't bear to put too much on my face. I want to recognize my face when I look in the mirror (it doesn't really matter because every time I look in the mirror I see my face, never the make up).
I want to find my new favorite song. I want to dance. I want to feel the wind in my hair. I think I miss New York. I think I miss the city that I knew so well. A place I could lose myself in and then rediscover myself. A place I could redefine myself and reinvent myself then do it all again the next day until I got the formula right.
Is this what it is? I miss things? Or is it time for a new iteration of myself. I am becoming someone. I am twisting and turning in the fibers of a cocoon. What do butterflies think about as they are evolving? I need to figure out who I am becoming. Whoever I become my prayer is that it is someone that reflects God in everything she does.
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Photo 57871048 © Viorel Dudau - Dreamstime.com
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