When I was in high school, I was a bit of a romantic. Make that the biggest romantic I have yet to meet. I loved having tea out on the porch at night, listening to my Out Of Africa soundtrack, and taking walks on misty days with my hair loosely piled on top of my head. Yes, in my mind, I was living in a Victorian novel, and I loved every moment of it.
The trials and tribulations of life, combined with my own foolish desire to grow up, has resulted in a woman that I do not recognize. Where have those things gone that I once loved so? On rare occasions, I pause and remember those things, and they make me happy.
I yearn for that life again, not to be who I was, but merely to cherish the same things again that I used to. Tea, reading, gardening, long walks, all the beautiful, simple things that I have let go of in the pursuit of.....what? I cannot say, really.
I believe it is time to embrace the things that I love again and stop letting my life consist of days spent in front of a computer screen, taking care of my virtual farms and cafes and all that "stuff" that takes me out of real life and real beauty.
