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  • This is me. Eighteen with a bullet. This is my head shot - I had it done for... I don't know what. Aspirations of being an actress, I suppose.

    Having a career was not my focus at eighteen. Nothing was more important than love. Falling in love. Being in love. I wanted the full-tilt boogie.

    I remember that an old lady once told me, "Young lady, the world is your oyster." What did that mean? The world was a hard shell to crack open - but if I could do it, perhaps I would find a pearl.

    Truth is, I was way too serious back then. Everything was so significant. I devoured philosophy books. I was a sponge. I filtered all of my experience through this lens. I wanted to be listened to, to be taken seriously - but I was really too young to have much to say. Thinking back on my dead-set earnestness, I almost cringe. I don't think I could laugh at myself back then. If I was to give my young self any advice, I'd say - Lighten up already!

    Now I tend to laugh at myself frequently. I go with the flow. Is it because my time on the planet is shorter? I feel the wonder of the world, feel the joy inherent in the simplicity of the sky, the clarity of the sunrise and the sunset. I care less for my own opinion and much more about the people I encounter on my path. I listen to their life stories and I'm grateful for their presence. I am aware that each person I meet is my teacher.

    I was so much older then. Like the song says. I am younger than that now.
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