I dyed my hair too dark again...I had one of those time slips I think...
They happen more often than I realize, as if the other ones of me are very busy...
Part of me still feels like I just got back from Italy yesterday, but of course that's not the case. I've been back for over a month. In just two more days I'll be 32. Thirty-two. It sounds ridiculously old. I can't seem to find any redeeming qualities about the number. I also can't bring myself to feel like it means I should be any different than I am at 31. If I haven't decided to start being "grown up" now, I'm guessing it's too late...
But at the same time...
...there's always that voice in the back of my head that worries...
...and makes me regret doing the things I like. It's not as though doing something else would have been better, just that by having done them other things have been lost or put off. Again. And again. And the regret is perhaps more about not having done those things that we promised ourselves we would. Things we had decided were important. Things we wanted to accomplish. Things that time might run out on if we're not careful.
When I realized it...by being loved, I was being washed away
