Every day I find myself half flourishing and half floundering in the “in between”. As a middle, I walk a squiggly line between moments of silly childlike playfulness and periods of being a responsible grown woman managing a family and career. More often than not, I’m both versions at the same time.
At the age of 30, I’m no longer an innocent girl but not yet a sophisticated woman. I’m somewhere in between.
In between just a fling and a ring
In between an apartment and a front porch swing
In between cheap and fancy, a guitar and a Grammy
In between reckless and responsibility
Sometimes I'm my mother's daughter
Sometimes I'm her friend
Sometimes I play grown up
And sometimes I play pretend
Sometimes I'm a princess dressed in all ribbons and all curls
And sometimes I just wanna scream "I'm not a little girl"
Dumb enough to think I know it all
Smart enough to know I don't
Young enough to think I'll live forever
Old enough to know I won't
In between
In between beer in a basement and a Napa Valley vacation
In between hometown and a neon city
In between underestimated and over-expectated
Who I was and who I'm gonna be
'Cause sometimes I'm my mother's daughter
Sometimes I'm her friend
Sometimes I play grown up
And sometimes I play pretend
Sometimes I'm a princess dressed in all ribbons and all curls
And sometimes I just wanna scream "I'm not a little girl"
Dumb enough to think I know it all
Smart enough to know I don't
Young enough to think I'll live forever
Old enough to know I won't
I know I won't
I'm half head up in the clouds
Half feet down on the ground
'Cause it ain't as simple
As a number, sitting on a page
When they say "act your age"
But you're stuck there in the middle
=^.^=
