MorgaineLaFay
goodirishgirl
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I scrambled to make this...yet here I am... 2 know the reasons for my squirming...anyway...I would like to post yet ANOTHER post from my Journal...
in the beginning...
there was a little girl, a poet, and an artist. the little girl loved playing with her doll. the poet loved expressing her deepest thoughts in her diary; and the artist, wild and imaginative , loved her coloring book and coloring crayons. there was true joy in being a girl and plenty of time to do so.
times change...
the little girl became sadly less herself and more plastic , like her doll. the poet became an office memo queen; an artist became increasingly more scattered as she dug through her makeup drawer every morning.
then there was an important discovery...
the discovery allowed the little girl to become “real” again. The poet would now have more time for poetry, and the artist had a brand new coloring book.
in the beginning...
there was a little girl, a poet, and an artist. the little girl loved playing with her doll. the poet loved expressing her deepest thoughts in her diary; and the artist, wild and imaginative , loved her coloring book and coloring crayons. there was true joy in being a girl and plenty of time to do so.
times change...
the little girl became sadly less herself and more plastic , like her doll. the poet became an office memo queen; an artist became increasingly more scattered as she dug through her makeup drawer every morning.
then there was an important discovery...
the discovery allowed the little girl to become “real” again. The poet would now have more time for poetry, and the artist had a brand new coloring book.
I am glad you liked the journal entry. I hopeyou feel better soon.
