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Filed under: Being a Reinventer, Adventures of a Reinventer, Lynne's Reinvention Journey on January 2nd, 2010
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I have to comment on this one because I have written many poems that reference getting back to “her” - this perfectly happy young glowing girl I envision I once was, and whom I seem to miss terribly…what is that disconnect that we feel from the happy-go-lucky girl’s we “used” to be? I mean why do we feel that they are lost? Thank you for sharing your journaling, it’s incredibly open of you:)
You’ve stopped me in my tracks. This is almost exactly what I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks. I know the 5 year old self is still a part of me, but it’s just not the same as when she was in charge and the world was new. There was a lot more magic then.
I love the colors.