I feel like one of the lost boys. Only I'm a girl, that refuses to grow up. Well not really refuses, I just kinda royally suck at doing so. I did at one point had all the grownup things, but the child me, the one that likes to run and hide, decided to run away to California. Not the smartest thing I've done. I think I've ranted enough about it, and I need to start doing something about it. That's the hard part, the beginning. That initial oomph needed to get the ball rolling. Not that I've lost any of my work ethic. But it's deff time to grow up. Wendy's last night in the nursery. I have always loved that book. Wendy Moira Angela Darling. She had to grow up. Can't spend her whole life making up stories
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