Little Girls

I've continually watched girls I knew when we were younger whose lives didn't turn out like they thought it would (and not for the better.) And some girls I didn't know then but can see now that they wanted more. Girls with potential. Girls with dreams. Smart girls. Beautiful girls. Girls who dominated at one point. And it's been zapped.

And I can't help but wonder what happened. How did we get side-tracked? For many, I've noticed they've married someone who didn't see the same about them, for them. For some, it's the reality of life and bills and logistics. Nonetheless, the dreamer, the little girl is gone. She's gotten a little bitter. And I'm tired of seeing it.

I don't want to see into the eyes of one more girl who's been burned. I want to start seeing these same girls with a renewed fire, a burning hope. Big dreams. Fueled by love. They may not know exactly what it is or what it looks like, but they'll fight to figure it out. I want to look at them and, instead, think to myself, "Look at her go." 

I happen to think those little girl dreams are pretty important. And that they were there for a reason. Let's find them again and dream dream dream. 

x Keely