Sherrie Lemons is my Ghost of Christmas Past.
Except, not in a regretful, mournful way… more like having a living scrapbook of your teen self around all the time.
We are ten years apart, but sometimes it feels like we are only ten seconds apart. Her heart, her outlook, her worries, and the weightlessness of her own “La-La Land” very much mirror my own at her age (and sometimes, even now).
She is, of course, many things that I was not when I was 17 years old…
tall and gorgeous
confident
OCD
good at school
geeky in a cool way (I was definitely geeky, but not so much cool)
Knowing Sherrie only further confirms my belief that our lives are not parallel. We all intersect at some point. We all carry around pieces of each other. We are all a lot more alike than we are different.
Off to spread some sunshine,
Bing
Ninja Thought of the Day:
“In order to know where you are going, you must make some attempt to understand where you have come from.”
International Order of Ninjas
