Remember how my wedding dress is out of style? Yeah, I'm not cool anymore, and I'm okay with it.
Today was a beautiful day, and I found myself driving, alone, in my Vangina (expired out-of-state plates, too, thankyouverymuch), and enjoying the sounds of silence. Then I heard it.
Oh. My. Heck.
Does that take me back.
Suddenly I was 19, driving on a dark road in the middle of nowhere with the top down on my Miata (those were cool when I was 19, I promise), with White Zombie cranked up. Those were my cool days. I had it all. A cool car, cute shorts with tan legs, boys calling to ask me on dates. I was the bomb.
So what did I do today? I cranked up White Zombie in the Vangina, and pretended I was cool again.
Guess what I found out?
But still, it reminded me that once upon a time, I was cute, skinny, and thought I knew everything.
I'm may not be awesome like that anymore, but I'm awesome in different ways now. And I'm totally okay with that.