You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.