I Forget Myself

Can you relate?

I don’t understand it, but on my last birthday I decided to embrace blue again—it had been my favorite color for so long, but somewhere along the way I dropped blue and embraced red. I like red. I love red! But, I’m not red. I’m blue.

It’s really stupid and unimportant, but I’m kind of discovering that I surrendered some of my identity somewhere along the way. I don’t know when or where, but looking back at myself years and years ago I see someone else. I see someone who looks more familiar to me than the person I see most of the time in the mirror. I kinda miss her.

I mean, she’s A LOT like me today—but not.

It’s weird. And, this post is definitely going make me sound like an annoying, self-absorbed, nincompoop, but it’s Saturday. Who cares? It’s just that I don’t want to feel like I’m putting on a costume everyday. I have no desire to revisit the past, and I’m totally in love with my life today. I’m blessed beyond measure! No complaints. No dissatisfaction here. I just don’t want to fail that girl in the pictures. I don’t know that I have, but I kinda think I’ve let her down in a few places. I took her for granted.

I dunno! We’ll see what happens. I’ll let you know. For now, I’m just thinking out loud.

❤️

First year as The Saxophone Player’s Wife.🎷❤️

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