|Scarf – street stand; Top&Tights – F21; Dress – Ruche; Shoes – Payless.|
As my birthday nears *oh dear Lord, I’m getting old!* I find myself thinking back to high school. Don’t ask me why because I have no idea, but that’s what’s on my mind these days. I think it might be because as teenagers we feel like we’ll be young and full of potential and capability forever. Or it might be because I had such a clear and vivid picture of what my life would be like when I reached the age I’m reaching. But either way I find myself being nostalgic and retrospective.
I think back to the girl I was. I felt so out of place, so awkward, so nerdy, and so un-cool. I don’t know if that’s the truth, but that’s how I remember it. If you look through the yearbook you might find a picture of someone who was…what? Bold? Daring? Confident? What did others think? I wonder how they remember it. It’s interesting how our memories differ based on our perspectives. Over the years, I’ve run into friends and people I knew back then and realized that what they remember is different from what I remember. So I wonder who the keeper of truth is? Is there an absolute truth out there or is it all malleable based on our thoughts? Is it like time: based on your position and speed in relation to the universe?