It’s a state of mind. It’s a series of milestones. It’s mostly about endings, about starting and finishing. On my seventh birthday, I told my mom I didn’t want any more. Somehow I knew life couldn’t get any better – that aging meant less of everything my life was then made of: sunlight and fresh air, running without fear of falling, and living without concern of consequences. I want to get that feeling back – to return to the constant now. To find a way free of responsibility. To shed the weight of years of worry. To lose my fear of falling.
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Jill spends most of her waking hours attempting to capture the thoughts that scurry around her mind and put them to work entertaining others. You can find these thoughts most often on her blog, Mind of a Mouse, but tiptoe when you enter please, she is easily startled and probably panicking. View all posts by Jill