[Bookwormis Extradordonaries]
Today I was reminded once again how some things never change (some certainly do but that is for another post) and how comforting that can be at times.
Today as I was walking home from the library clutching my two text treasures I saw myself in my minds eye and took pause. Freeze frame that moment and see me with my curly hair, skirt and nose in a new book. Other details such as the credit card in my wallet, my height or the fact I'm returning from a University lecture in Brantford are not important. Compare those three details to me age at age 6,7,8,9 or 10 and they would be the same. Regardless of how I change I'm still a bookworm, still have curly hair and still like to be girly (and twirl in my skirts). This is so comforting because I realize I am still me internally though my outward appearance has changed. I'm still Holly who was teased every Christmas season in grade school for my name, I'm still the little girl who likes to get dressed up for church and I'm still the smarty pants who sometimes prefers human company to a good book for hours on end. The library is still a treasure trove and I still read books adults think are too old for me. I'm still me and I rejoice in this. I have remained authentic to myself in a world of plasticity; congratulations abound as I pat myself on the back.
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