Inner Demons

As my measly posts here have indicated, I have been flat-out addicted to FaceBook lately. I've never been a fan of dwelling in the past. High school - you could never, ever pay me enough money to go back. And my twirling years, those memories are all locked away tight, only popping up occasionally in scary dreams. But now that I'm on FB, I've hooked up with HS peeps and even peeps from my twirling years. No, I am not saying any of my friends on FB caused me any pain or misery in my previous lives. They just represent previous incarnations of me that I was happy to leave in the distant past. This has put me in a contemplative mood. Does time heal all wounds? Was all my misery only in my head? Am I *gasp* mature?

I raise my glass to you, Inner Demons. !Salud!