Something in the air is making me wistful, longing for a do-over of some part of my past - high school? My 20s?
Probably because I am slowly coming to accept that I can't "fix" J or prevent him from repeating many of my mistakes. I've been thinking about how I let fear keep me from so many things as I grew up - participating in all of the activities I would have liked, letting a less than ideal boy ask me out and accepting, challenging myself in a really tough class, being who I wanted to be instead of who I thought the rest of the world wanted me to be, or should be.
Didn't help that I watched the last half hour of "Twilight." Robert Pattinson brings out the fan-girl in me.