I want to go back in time.
Back to the dreams of becoming a doctor, ballerina, singer, or announcer...
Back to waking up to Sailor Moon, trips to the Zoo, snack time and sleep time during school, and recess on the playground...
Now, I just seem to helplessly count down the days before law school, endless hours at work, and migraines.
I now understand why parents vicariously live through their children.
Ew. Enough pessimism.
YUM.
Back to the dreams of becoming a doctor, ballerina, singer, or announcer...
Back to waking up to Sailor Moon, trips to the Zoo, snack time and sleep time during school, and recess on the playground...
Now, I just seem to helplessly count down the days before law school, endless hours at work, and migraines.
I now understand why parents vicariously live through their children.
Ew. Enough pessimism.
YUM.
1 comment:
Hehe when you said "ew, enough pessimism" I thought you said persimmon and I got really excited. (: (:
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