Teenage angst. Do you ever long for that feeling again? As crazy as it sounds, sometimes I do. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m where I should be. I got the guy I wanted. I’m marrying the man I love. But, oh, how I remember those days of not knowing where the journey would take me. For the most part, my teenage years were spent longing for approval and hoping and praying that one guy would finally notice me. He never did. Or, if he did, I wasn’t exactly what he wanted; I wasn’t thin enough, or pretty enough, or even outgoing enough. The real problem, I see now, was that I was confident with myself enough.
Not that I am currently. I’m just more accepting of myself now and as it turns out-“the one” thinks I’m not only “enough” he thinks I’m so much more {I’d say he thinks I’m so much more and a bag of chips, but he’s not a chip eater 😉 }
Now that I have a 13 year old I remember it a whole lot more. I am SO glad I will never be that person again. Worried about him though…. {you're on my blogroll now — feel the joy}