i think i just had nearly half an hour where my brain wasn't mostly focused on baby jumbo noggin. wow. i was rather lost in thought about the last bunch of years. but now it's snapped back into reality.

i don't write poetry as much any more.

i don't spend days on end wrapped up in angst over some boy.

i'm not really planning on running off to join the circus. nor do i have a ticket to paris sitting on my desk.

i do have a lovely life now, it's full of magic and love and tiny fingers, and is more beautiful than i thought i'd ever find. but it's also very dfferent from what i thought it would be.