TBG was flipping through the list of viewing choices when I pointed and smiled. All of a sudden, I was in junior high.
If you were a 13 year old girl in 1965, you might have seen Joy in the Morning, just like we did. You might have gone to school on Monday morning with tears in your eyes, waiting to share.
For a moment, seeing the title on the screen, I had knee high socks and a plaid skirt and anxiety and romance and hormones flooding my space. It was a moment out of time and, practicing mindfulness, I stood still and let it wash over me.
And now I have a warm feeling, a giant hug, surrounded by old friends, looking back through rose colored glasses.
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