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Memory is a fascinating thing - the way certain memories can be buried for years, but then you hear a song, you smell a smell, and something happens.
I decided to listen to Jetenderpaul today, for the first time in maybe a decade? And suddenly I am 21 again, windows down, singing along on the way to Cornerstone, or band practice, or Austin, or whatever it was that week.
Damn, I wasted too many of my good years on relationships that were ultimately fruitless. And I wish I had more of those memories with my husband before kids and responsibility kicked in. I wish we had had more time to be young and irresponsible together.
10:13 a.m. - 2019-07-26