Five Minute Friday - Change

In addition to my fiber offerings, I like to participate in Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker's place. It's writing in the raw and if you've never done it, why don't you give it a try? It's really easy - you just:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on this week's prompt with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking - then post it just as it is!
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Usually I include my five minutes at the end of my regular Friday Show & Tell post.  This week I'm hard at work on Part IV of The Granny Square Project and hope to have it up by the end of the day.  However, I really enjoy participating in this exercise and didn't want to miss the chance to stretch my writing muscles. So if you stopped by expecting tales of crochet and yarn never fear they're on the way.  In the mean time, thank you for allowing me to indulge my inner writer.

Here's what happened when I spent five minutes writing on the prompt "Change"

Fall is in the air.  I caught a glimpse of it this morning even though the weather channel tells me it will be 90 today.  As soon as that crisp tang begins, images of my back to school days play through the life movie in my head.

I always loved the new school year.  It was a chance to reinvent myself. To try on a new persona.  Punk rocker, cheerleader, rebel, honor student I worked my way through all of them.  See growing up I moved - a lot.  And that meant 11 schools in 12 years!  Army brat? Nope - a child of divorced parents who were also struggling to find their way.  As a result, every new school was a chance to try on a new me.  You know how it is when you're a teenager.  You want to fit in, but still be unique.  You want to be part of the right crowd.  Every year a got a chance to try.

And I embraced it.  I looked forward to the opportunity to meet new people and introduce them to a brand new version of me.  There were times that it was hard.  And I'm envious of my husband who lived in the same house all his life and is still friends with people he went to kindergarten with.  But for me change was all I knew, and somehow I made it work.

And now, as the long summer day's come to an end I can feel the promise in the air, and I look forward to the changes that life has in store for me.

Until next time friends,
Be blessed and stitch & read with love!

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