A lot of things have changed since I had my daughter. So much so that I feel like there are two completely different parts of me.
The Old Me would never leave the house without makeup.
The New Me never leaves the house without a stain on her shirt and bags under her eyes.
The Old Me could spend hours in a bookstore just browsing.
The New Me avoids bookstores knowing that my toddler will rip each and every book off the shelf and I'll have to carry her out screaming.
The Old Me would sleep until noon on the weekends.
The New Me is lucky if she can sleep past 7 on a Saturday.
The Old Me used to blast hip hop tunes on the car radio.
The New Me considers Jack Johnson the shiz.
The Old Me used to shave every day and pluck my eyebrows.
The New Me shaves once a week and is sporting the bushy brow look.
The Old Me used to sit, curled up on the couch, pen in hand and write about my past and my dreams for the future.
The New Me is struggling to figure out what happened to those dreams.
The Old Me wants to kick the New Me in the ass for being so wrapped up in my own head that I can't see what's really great about my life sometimes.