I've been told my whole life how much I favor my mom. I'm her mirror. Which is ironic because the relationship my mother has with mirrors is a relationship she passed on to her mirror-image daughter unknowingly.I was shopping with my mom recently and she said something about losing 5 pounds. Don't you notice?, she asked earnestly -- rightfully wanting her hard work...
Most of my life I was lucky enough to be sheltered from harsh realities; not because my parents hid things from me intentionally, but because I lived an admittedly fairytale-like life. My parents weren't just married, they were happily married and modeled what real love should look like. I didn't just have a roof over my head, I lived in a beautiful farmhouse...
One of my fictional idols once said, "One day you're 17 and you're planning for someday, and then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today, and then someday is yesterday and this is your life." I've had a 10-year plan since I was 17. I've been planning for "someday" (and every other day) for as long as I can remember -- but...