regroup.

sometimes the biggest hearts are found in the smallest people.

i've been feeling a little lost (for lack of a better term) lately. between stress at work and stress at home, a lack of ever going anywhere outside of either of those places and feeling like i'm drifting away from everyone, i wasn't really feeling like myself. i couldn't even really remember what "myself" felt like.

this past weekend, i went up to nevada city and got away from the stress of life for a couple days. at first, i felt like i was in that awkward stage between being a kid and being an adult; the youngest adult being thirteen years older than me and the oldest kid being seven years younger than me.

then a little girl showed me that it's not about how young or old you are. i can't say what the defining moment was exactly, but somewhere between the shopping and her insistance on me going swimming with her, it just clicked. when i said to her on saturday, "good things come in small packages, like you," i didn't know just how right i was.

yesterday, an eight year old girl became my hero.