slide1REBECCA WROTE: I’m not old, really.  How can 33 be old?  That’s just coming into my true self, right?  I’m comfortable in my body (accepting anyway), I am intelligent (though I was wicked smart before my kids stole 20% of my brain cells), I’m cool (for my age, maybe, I don’t want to be seen as trying too hard), I’m funny (when I’m hyper.)

It’s that last one that I miss the most.  I used to have an imaginary world called Freak City on my livejournal that I would write about for my family and friends full of silliness.  Now my livejournal is just a paragraph every few days about something bothering me in my real life.  When did I become so boring?  And damn tired?

I miss my formerly hyper, silly self.