So as my jovial reminiscing faded, I was left sitting behind my steering wheel, fully clothed in "grown-up garb", with a blank stare and dopey smile on my face. I quickly became aware of my surroundings just in time to make awkward eye-contact with the handsome gentlemen in the car next to me. In order to save face, I gave him the 'ole half-wave, looked forward and continued my trip, hoping not to get stuck at another red-light next to him. That's when it hit me - I am officially a grown up. I don't know why it hit me at that moment, maybe it's because my 12 year-old self wouldn't have let her insecurities get the best of her like that. OR, maybe it's because I realized that the one-time man of my dreams was now way less appealing (to my grown-up self) and married to a gorgeous actress. No, scratch that, it's definitely the first one.
My point is this: Sometimes when we move forward in life by choice or chance - whether in age, career, location, relationships - we unintentionally leave good parts of ourselves behind (i.e. my confidence level). I want to set a goal for myself that, no matter what situation from which I move away, that I not only maintain the qualities I brought into the situation, but enhance them and continue to grow as time goes on. Who'd a thought this could all come from hearing "Bye, Bye, Bye" on the radio?
Until Next time!
Justifiably Julie
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