Dear Reality,
What’s with all the big doses?
I understand the need for experience, but how about some understanding…a way of comprehending the enormity of what you are. I quite liked my little rosy world of imagination, and growing up to meet you has created an interesting love/hate relationship.
Don’t get me wrong, some things you definitely got right… But why when I look at myself, I see so many different versions of me? Which one is the right one? And why does what feels good not always equate to what looks good. Surely you got my childhood superwoman request? (If not, remind me to resend that one).
I know you’re busy…but if you do have a moment of time, and if this thing called life is a test – do I get a scorecard at some point?
Kind regards,
R x