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Future Me.
Stranded. Left alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. Yet still- They aren't helping me to smile. [right away] I'll be 38 tomorrow.... and I think to myself- "Why isn't my life where I thought it would be when I was 20?" Sometimes, I know I kept along the regular route. Then other times, I knew I followed the path less traveled. [those were the hardest lessons] But much valued and needed. I see my life as simply...... "mine." I know no one has the exact same one as me. Not my child, nor my husband, or my siblings. Not anyone. We blend, but only as if to merge into oncoming traffic, with stop, go's and cautions. I'm reminiscent now. I miss my parents. I feel they would be proud of the woman I've become. [that brings a smile, easily] I'm proud too, of the woman who has yet to emerge from me, and who I know will be an asset to my life. The me less afraid. The me I lost somewhere along the way. The future me. The one with the scars that are healed and the tear stained cheeks. The wrinkles around my mouth, from the millions of smiles, and the gray hair that has yet to blossom through my brown hair. Yes I'll be 38 tomorrow, and I know how blessed I am, and how blessed I'll be also, when I'm 60. I'm happy, and sad. But content with how well I've done with little or no help from others. I am strong, yet weak when needed. I know for sure that the past me, met with the present me, and now I look forward to the things to come.... Happy Birthday future me.
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