Wednesday, November 3, 2010




1964

I look at that face. I remember trying so hard to fit in. On the back of that photo it says I was with Peggy and Sally. I always felt like the girl who had something wrong with her.

This may not have shown on the surface, but deep inside I felt I never made the grade.
I felt I lacked the sparkle that my other friends had. Maybe it was just the writer in me- that observer part that is always looking on.

I find myself thinking that doing something will make it all go away, but this is not about achieving something external. This is about approving of the person I am. This is about letting myself have a good life without thinking that there is something I must do first in order to earn that.

I am going to take a walk.