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04/28/2005: "The Me I Used to Be"

Every now and then someone says something to me that makes me feel like the young woman I used to be - the one who modeled, acted, sang, traveled cross-country on her own, danced at parties, and for the most part was confident and unafraid. It happened recently when my aunt asked me if I wanted to sing in church since I was there visiting. And strangely, it happened again today.

There is a sad sweetness to such moments. Sweet - because it’s flattering that some people can still see that person in me. And sad because I know that's not me, that I’ve become old, stage-shy, moody, and anxious. And because I know I’ll never be that young woman again.