It’s been much too long since my last installment of poetry, innovative thoughts, and ideas to make your day better. I hope that life has been treating you well nonetheless. I’m not sure why today was the day for me to wake up inspired to blog, but something in the air has caused a shift. I know you, dear friends, understand how one can be so sensitive to such undertones.
I am told that 2013 is the year I turn 13. It’s funny, because in 2012 I turned 12. I think there is a pattern there. I know you don’t think I’ll be 13 soon, but it’s true. I enjoy being 12, I suppose, yet I understand that 13 will bring new responsibilities and duties as my life unfolds. I don’t mind being thought of as the wiser one, even if that means that I am older.
So how old will you be in 2013? Do you remember turning 13? What was your favourite age? I think I liked being 10. I had all my teeth then. Plus, I could run home from the park just as fast as I ran there. Now, rather than running, I like to savour all the smells I discover in the grass along the way home — wondering who visited recently. Do you have all your teeth?