I have to say something in defense of the Daydreamers.
Often, when you meet a person who doesn't seem quite grounded in things that are real, meaningful, or deep, you're looking at someone who is running away from their reality.
I know that I came across (still do sometimes!) as a shallow person, and that's totally fair. But keeping things on a surface level was my way of escaping the troubling times surrounding me and my family. I just didn't have the energy to deal with it all. Donning a "blonde" attitude to life was my version of coping. I've had many, many friends who were/are the life of the party, but who hide a very sad face behind their social mask. I don't know why I sometimes feel the need to defend my high school self. I guess we all long to be understood and granted grace for our shortcomings.
I also want to be clear that although we were struggling at home, my dad provided a darn good life for us. We all took care of each other. It wasn't a perfect or particularly dignified upbringing, but I actually think that in many ways, it was superior to the narrow-minded, cold, rigid approach you see some parents taking. Yes, I had to fight for survival at times, but I was fighting with a pretty great team.
Marn (Laura), me, Matt, Dad, Scott
The fact that we're hanging upside-down in this picture just feels so appropriate.
Love Always- Jess
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