tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715878889777918448.post3867657064339203948..comments2010-07-30T20:34:13.132-07:00Comments on Narcissism at its finest: Who has time?mjzmusichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16733508002684067923noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715878889777918448.post-79363238720067673022009-02-22T11:23:00.000-07:002009-02-22T11:23:00.000-07:00When I was 20, I had no children that needed feedi...When I was 20, I had no children that needed feeding. I could eat if I wanted to. Or not. I could spend all night doing something completely unproductive without feeling anxiety and crushing guilt. I had no curfew. I loved Denny's. I didn't need much, but I had a lot. School was only a way to pass time. Coffee shop poetry was a better way. I was on the cusp of legal drinking and foaming at the mouth for it. My horizons were exploding with new experiences and new meetings. I couldn't wait to wake up in the... afternoon.<BR/><BR/>boy, things change. but how i must learn to love every day, now, while my children are children. and i'm younger right now than i'll ever be again. my skin, not so wrinkly. my hair, not gray. my upper lip and chin still free from whiskers. my parents are still alive and i'm not yet a republican. the life is sweet with great things to come--even thru the recent miseries.<BR/><BR/>i remember at 25 saying, "we can choose elation!" why does it seem like foolish prattle now, when i know it still to be true?for the love of frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00461628492081594649noreply@blogger.com