As the title of this post indicates, I’ve been slightly scattered lately. Like goofy-happy one minute and teary-eyed the next.
Perhaps this is because my oldest is starting high school and my baby’s beginning her 8th grade year. And while I’m insanely proud of my children, I also feel cornered by the passage of time.
I can’t escape it. None of us can. Another hard truth from Captain Obvious.
(You’re so welcome.)
I still remember being an 8th-grader and freshman. I pretended to have confidence, strength, style. But in reality, I was a bundle of insecurities trying on personas that fit poorly.
(Like my jeans.)
My kids are different from me; and not because they don’t beg for Jordache or sing Journey’s “Open Arms” into the mirror all day long.
They don’t worry about following the crowd. They’re comfortable being themselves even when such authenticity diverges from the norm. Teenage Julie could’ve learned from Jack and Karly.
In fact, her 43-year-old self’s still learning. A lot.
So I’m at The Kir Corner sharing one of the first lessons from my children:
Let your heart – not someone else’s opinion – be your guide.
You’re invited, too.
Then afterward, if you want to meet up to sing Journey, I’m available.
(You’re so welcome.)
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