Hero... to zero.
Been reading this old journal, from present and traveling backward in time.
Some of the poems and musing have been like finding a little trinket, like an old movie stub to a first date or a bubblegum ring you wore all the time or a macaroni noodle necklace your now adult child made you when they were little. Real little treasures it’s neat to rediscover. Some have been painful. To see some of the awareness I had, and wrote about, and still continued in a painful direction. Painful to be here in the future and know just how bad it got later... and read that I saw it coming.
But one of the treasures was coming across an essay Nicki wrote in 12th grade honors class. She’s 31 now. So long ago. They were given several topics to choose from. She chose “The Most Inspirational Person of my Life”. And wrote it about me. I teared up as I came to the last line lol I wonder if it’s the same spot I teared up so many years ago when I’d first read it? ... “I know that this woman is all I need to feel at home.”..
we’re still real close. She calls several times a week. I’m as madly in love and admiration of her as I ever was. And I know she values me. She Does though point out how and when and what I’m doing wrong (in her eyes).
Lol “what happened? from Hero to Zero”
Life is so brutally hilarious