Where Did That Girl Go?

Sunday morning I got the bright idea to read all of my old Facebook posts. It's like reading a diary backwards. I'm not a huge Facebook status poster so it didn't take me nearly as long as it would for some people. When I got to 2010 I saw where I posted 2 pictures of myself. I was so surprised by her face that I took a screenshot so I could easily take another look. Something about the girl in those pictures made me smile.

Before I continue, here is the screenshot:

Later I went back and pulled the picture up and once again I couldn't stop smiling. I knew that the girl in those pictures was happy. 

The top picture, as you can see, was taken on my 28th birthday. Not only was that moment such a fun one, but that whole day and night was one of the best nights I've ever had. Us girls still  talk about that ledgendary night. We had spent the day at the horse races, went and ate a real meal, went back to our friend Lisa's house to get ready, and then went to my favorite bar of all time-Boot Scooters. Sadly, Boot Scooters relocated after a fire and it isn't the same. We had a few really great nights at the old Boot Scooters, but the night of my 28th birthday was by far the best. 

The bottom picture was taken to show off the one whole wall I painted. I was moving into my own home. A single girl with a world of possibilities. I painted an accent wall and I was feeling quite proud of myself. The one thing I notice about this picture is my skin looked really good. I'm not sure what I was doing but I need to do that again so I could have that great skin back. I remember taking this picture and I didn't appreciate how happy and fresh I looked and felt. 

The girl in both of those pictures waas like a Spanish explorer, ready to discover a new world. My life was open and full of what could be. My future was a blank slate and I awoke each morning excited to see what life had in store for me. 

I don't write this post with saddness, but with hope. I firmly believe that if I once felt that much passion for life then I can feel it again. I'm not depressed but my passion and thirst for life has dwindled. I want that inner push. I also wouldn't mind having that skin back.