I am that girl who asks the questions she really can’t handle the answers to.
I am that girl who misplaces her neck cream and finds it days later under her bed.
I am that girl who plays imaginary Go Fish with invisible cards at a table of two year olds.
I am that girl who gets nostalgic each time she makes a smoothie in the blender she received as a wedding gift.
I am that girl who lives for heels but lives in flats.
I am that girl who hoards paper and stationery.
I am that girl who used to paint and draw.
I am that girl who buys fresh ginger week after week just to find them all shriveled on the kitchen countertop month after month.
I am that girl who has half used tubes of lotion and random lipgloss in each and every bag.
I am that girl who can pull splinters out of tiny hands with her finger tips, pick tan bark out of a preschooler’s nostril, and clear pebbles out of a lower lid, but doesn’t know how to properly file her own nails.
I am that girl who asks salespeople how business is doing and how construction affects their foot traffic while browsing downtown because she actually cares to know.
I am that girl who mindfully conditions her hair only to tie it up in a ponytail every day.
I am that girl who always tries to book her haircut within three days of wanting it done.
I spend so much time thinking of what I should have done and the kind of person I ought to be by now. Sometimes the big picture is too much for a Wednesday. I spend so much time thinking of what I am not, that some mornings it is good to think of what I am.
I am that girl today who looks around her and thinks, “This is not half bad.” I am that girl who is owning it. We should all be so lucky to be that girl. Be that girl. If only for today.