I remember being a little girl and rolling around in the dirt on a regular basis. I played so hard. Pretending I was a princess or more often a horse with my best friend and deciphering exactly what color I was and what my mane was like. I remember playing mermaids in the pool and picking in extreme detail what color the scales of my fin and my hair were. I made stews and potions out of flowers and the tree buds and leaves and would dress my cat and bunnies up as if they were my children. I loved to mother.
I recently found my old journals and have been able to go back into this young girls world as boys started become infatuating and my friends started to get there first period and I was jealous I hadn't yet. Getting my first bra and shaving my legs. First kisses, moving away from home, traveling the world and getting to know myself outside of the given environment I started this life in.
Since those beginning days, there are parts of me that have dampened and are ready to come back to life. There are parts of me that weren't true to my heart and instead ideas, perspectives and beliefs that were handed to me in some way or another. Then, there are those pieces of me I look back and see in that little girl and also see in me now, realizing what has always been there. I'm finding which parts of me are from the original seed of my existence that are fueling my heart the most.
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