Dream a little dream

I had the strangest dream this, I woke up uneasy and trying to evaluate what the hell it meant. I was sitting in between the legs of my mother, like I used to do when I was a child. Except this time, instead of making me beautiful, I got up to look at my reflection and started to cry. My golden blonde tresses have been dyed jet black, and the bangs that have taken so much time to not be bangs, have been cut into this pixie short mess that ravel in the front of my face.

I don’t think this look had anything to do with being superficial. I use to have a look similar to that around 2 years ago. Ugh, 2 years ago, why was I being converted to a time where all I was, was vulnerable and hurt, both emotionally and physically.

I have grown so much as a person since that time, my group of friends have been trimmed down, work has become much more important to me, my dreams of traveling the world have started, my anger issues are under control and I finally feel like things are falling into place.

Sometimes I look back at pictures and the smile that’s printed never really reflected was what really happening around that time.

God has blessed me with growth, and I never want to go back.