It's Writer's Workshop time... head over to Kathy's and check it out. This week, I chose the prompt: I used to think...
I used to think it was funny when my dad groaned the ‘old man groan’ when he got up out of his chair. Then I started doing it myself.
I used to think that even if I abused my body, it wouldn’t let me down. Then it broke and made me cry.
I used to think we were never handed that which we couldn’t handle. Then a good friend committed suicide.
I used to think that as long as I refused to believe it was going to happen, the people I loved would never leave me. Then my father died.
I used to think that death was the end. Then I felt my dad’s spirit and I knew there was something more… and that was enough.
I used to think my husband would never cheat on me. Then he broke my heart… but not my spirit.
I used to think that when you love someone, you love them forever. Then I found out that love can end... but the world doesn’t.
I used to think people who claimed to be depressed simply needed to get over it. Then my world caved in around me and I found out just how hard it is to find your way out of the dark.
I used to think writing was just something to do for fun. Then it saved my sanity.
I used to think it was nurture and not nature that caused little girls to like dolls and little boys to like trucks. Then my daughter jumped straight from gender-neutral toys into her Disney Princess phase.
I used to think my baby would take her time growing up. Then, today, I bought her a bra.
I used to think I knew a lot about a lot. Then I realized just how little I know about a lot.
I used to think life was, if not endless, long enough. Now I know better.
I used to think that the best is yet to come. I still do.