Some days it's the little things that keep us going. Summer time is here and I've gotta say, the fact I can wear a sundress anytime I want makes me smile pretty wide in the morning. There is something grand about picking out your outfit in the morning. You're picking out the day. There are some mornings where I still feel like I'm playing dress up as I slip on black pants. This girl in the mirror? Who's this girl? I arrive at my Starbucks, order my grown up coffee, and eventually sit at my own desk, with my own e-mail. It is here that I reply to all the questions that seemingly appeared overnight. And heck, maybe I'll send out a few of my own.
There's something in the air when you're leading this double life. One minute you're polished for business, but after 5, you're back outside, walking with friends wearing your mint green jeans.
I'm young and I've got this thing called time on my side, or so I'm told. Time for me has become a funny song, that lulls me to sleep and wakes me up with a look of raised eyebrows.
"Where you been girl?"
I've been listening to Rooftops & Invitations and remembering how it felt to sit at my new desk in my new dorm and have all my new friends come & knock on the door.
In the middle of a meeting I want to say, "You know I've stayed up in a field just watching the stars?"
It's little things that don't fit on a resume. A typed out x-ray that leaves out all the guts, absent of the heart in a person.
In the middle of stuffy country club conversation I laugh quietly about old jokes with old friends.
My friends and I dance to 80's cover bands in the town square of Woodstock. We drive to nowhere and we sing for the whole ride. We wear mint green jeans and chapstick. We're a bunch of flowers and one by one we are plucked from the ground. Our roots cling on to one another, but we'd bloom brighter in a vase. Up on the kitchen counter, we still get the sun but no more nights in fields, no more getting caught in the rain.
I never want a life where I don't get caught in the rain. And once a year I want a night spent in the fields, watching the stars, after a car ride to nowhere.
Because it's the little things I tell people. It's my mint green jeans.