|5th grade choir.|
Can you see me on the front row?
Apologies to anyone that recognizes themselves.
|Front row again. Why?|
You wouldn't be able to see me otherwise.
|Our house right before moving in.|
If I had to choose one kind of change over the other, I would surely choose the first. I'm all about instant gratification. I need things to move quickly. I want to see results. That's why I'll never be one of those people that work out. It just takes too long.
|Present day. The trees have filled out, the sod has taken,|
and we've painted the exterior.
I'd like to think that I've changed lately. That I've grown. That the changes are so tiny I might not be able to see them yet, even in myself. I like to think that I've grown a thicker skin. That somewhere along the way, I've grown into the adult that the number on my driver's license represents. I hope that my recent setbacks have not been in vain. And that the opportunities that lay before me are doorways to untold adventures and not giant steps in circles. I hope that looking back on these weeks, months and years will make me laugh, make me cry in a good way and make me see that I am growing after all. Like the little trees in my yard – stronger, fuller and reaching for the sky.