Glaring at my reflection
Large glasses.
Terrible trousers.
Dodgy haircut.
The era of nerdness.
It is difficult to run from your past, much less get away from its scars. You tend to pick up a lot of them in life. The problem is not only working on your present, but trying to re-educate people. Its had work, if not impossible.
You can lose the glasses, buy a new wardrobe and rescult your hair easily. It’s still you in the mirror. And it haunts you. Until you learn to look beyond it and start appreciating you.
Except…
Soemthimes there are things from the old days that come back. Sometimes they are nice things. Good thoughts and memories.
Now, there’s the dilemna.
Do you effectively move on from those days?
or are some memories worth revisiting?
Somehow, the guy in the mirror is wearing a dodgy haircut again.
