How it started

I'm not entirely sure how this started.  I guess it began when I was talking to my patient's mother.  We were talking about hair color- she wanted to dye her hair.  She commented on mine and we talked about how the hair dresser had 'mixed up' the colors and dyed my hair the completely wrong color.  I said something like, "well, it looked ok (commenting on her compliment) but it looks like it did before and that's not at all what I wanted".  She then looked at me and said, "you have something in your past that you haven't worked out yet, don't you?"  I didn't really have a response for that... doesn't everyone have something in their past that just drives them crazy but there's nothing to be done about it??

I started reflecting....


I couldn't believe how much of the past truly haunts me.  I also miss such a great portion of it.  This person I'm becoming- I'm more responsible and less care-free.  Isn't that what growing up is about though??