Muses

My bitty baby book.

Once a baby girl was born.

She was average in every way.

Well, maybe a little taller than average but she hit the mean on all of life’s other details — with one major exception.

From her day of birth, she wrote.

 

Her teensy chubby, formula-bulked fingers started penning a book of her life.

From day one. And as the pages filled, this is how it went . . .

 

Chapter One:  I can’t wait till I can eat veggies and not drink milk all the live-long day.

Chapter Two:  Strained carrots are okay, but my teeth are dying to crunch down on something. A hearty substance to fill me.

Chapter Three:  Sure being an only child is nice, but I need a baby brother or sister to fulfill me.

Chapter Four:  Having a sister is fine but all she does is lay around and mess up her pants. What I need is a social life. Time for Preschool.

Chapter Five:  Preschool is for babies. Give me Run Dick Run.

Chapter Six:  Grade School is okay, but high school + car keys will = happy.

Chapter Seven: I’m bored with the same old beaches and same old sand. I need to head out west to college. Then life will be great.

Chapter Eight:  College is so yesterday. Law School will be the answer.

Chapter Nine: Law School was not the answer.

Chapter Ten: I’ll get married to this nice John fellow. He’ll make me happy.

 

It’s funny, the little writing girl is fixing to be quite middle-aged this July.

She’s finally realized the next chapter in life is not what is going to make her happy.

Happy is where she is now.

If she chooses to be.

Linking up with Stasha (for an extra special treat, follow her @Northwestmommy on Instagram ) and Terri’s suggestion for this week’s Listicle:

TEN CHAPTERS IN MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

What are some chapters in your story?

           

           

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