I was fifteen and I felt it, felt the race I was running with time. My body was changing, bloating, swelling, stretching, bulging. I wished it would stop, but it seemed my body was no longer mine. It belonged to itself now, and cared not at all how I felt about these strange alterations, about whether I wanted to stop being a child, and become something else.
~ Tara Westover, “Educated: A Memoir”
Notes:
- Art: She comes in colors, Arthur Brouthers (because) via this isn’t happiness
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Live & Learn 
and change keeps on coming…
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Sure does.
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Image is very good and article too👌
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Thank you. Loved both two.
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Sigh…
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
‘Strange Alterations’ …. I remember them. Many moons ago …
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🙂
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Yeah – knowing even such a disciplines like psychology is sometimes useful in life… Life is not a fairly tale (always) – You can’t always do what you want – like learning maths or geometry- such a tripy arts 🙂
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smiling – – math, geometry, tripy arts!? hmmm
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Yeah – math is tripy for me as probably art is for the most of the people 🙂
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Lucky you!
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beautiful art…feel so sad for Tara…but she seems to have made it through to a good place
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sure has…I’m half way through the book and she hasn’t left home yet…looking forward to the back half.
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One must absolutely accept change if one does not want to be miserable.
Doesn’t mean we don’t feel whistful on occasion, though…
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*wistful…. don’t know where that “h” came from ! 😉
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hhhhhaaaa!
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😝
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whistle, whistful, wistful, wisty…
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😂😛😘
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I have this very same experience often – and I’m no longer a child for quite some (v.long) time! She DOES have a way with words, she of no formal schooling…… !!! 🙂 🙂
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she’s magic! Especially after what she endured.
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HA Dale; and I thought, ‘flying over your line’: Oh, I didn’t know whistful had a ‘h’…. 😉
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I can relate. To what it felt like As A Woman. I can only imagine being a gawky 12-ish male when all of a sudden comes the acne, the big feet, the voice change, the awkwardness of a life with surging hormones and having to look and look away. The human animal dilemma.
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Exactly. Exactly what I felt and thought. And love your closing line. Boom.
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