Sometimes, looking back, I feel I was a pretty scandalous kid. I spoke back to my teachers, climbed out my bedroom window to go to raves, and was the driver in many late-night ‘borrowed’ mini van escapades my friends’ parents supposedly never found out about.
Although I can’t say these are things I’m necessarily proud of, they have helped shape who I am today, whether I like it or not.
The good news is, despite all the ruckus, I actually turned out alright. My past is a far cry from my yoga teaching, meditating, nutritionist present, but it’s important to remember where we came from, right? Plus, I still get badass sometimes, but now it’s on the proper side of the law and usually involves hazy poutine with veggie gravy at 2am on Granville St.
Although I don’t think I’ll ever shoplift again, or steal a car (or minivan), I must admit sometimes I still apply brown lipliner and dream of younger years…years when I was dreaming of being a published writer.
Here’s my latest in Elephant Journal, a short story about reconciling with my teenage bad-ass.
I hope you like it.
“There’s nothing quite as powerful as a sincere apology. Except maybe the forgiveness that can follow.”