Imagine that instead of bones and blood and organs that our bodies are stuffed full of the things that compile us as people. I tried this today at work and I saw teachers pass me in the hall, their skin stretched tight over David Sedaris books, painful memories of dead relatives, the keys to a brand new Prius, dry erase markers and old gum.
If my skin contained behind it all of the things that make me a mom, daughter, girlfriend and general human, I'd imagine that I'd be stuffed to the brim with the following:
Dirty diapers, Bic pens, an iPhone, an unopened bottle of Windex, eleven different colors of nail polish and some cotton balls for good measure, a pair of paint covered jeans, some cutesy love notes, lunch pails, bookmarks, a TV Guide, a block of cheese, a 2 pound box of family sized bacon, a pack of Marlboro Smooths, virtual encouragement, a Mother's criticism and disappointment, empty promises and a couple of empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans.
I think it may be time to scribble down and then accomplish some life goals for myself.
If my skin contained behind it all of the things that make me a mom, daughter, girlfriend and general human, I'd imagine that I'd be stuffed to the brim with the following:
Dirty diapers, Bic pens, an iPhone, an unopened bottle of Windex, eleven different colors of nail polish and some cotton balls for good measure, a pair of paint covered jeans, some cutesy love notes, lunch pails, bookmarks, a TV Guide, a block of cheese, a 2 pound box of family sized bacon, a pack of Marlboro Smooths, virtual encouragement, a Mother's criticism and disappointment, empty promises and a couple of empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans.
I think it may be time to scribble down and then accomplish some life goals for myself.
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