The girl with the sparkly eyes and fiery red hair stands awkwardly in the poetry section of Barnes & Noble. She can often be found there or in the overpriced journal section of the store.
(Well, that's where she used to be found before Amazon gave her license to stay home in her PJ pants and no bra while figuring out just how many bullet journals a girl needs. )
She's a quiet, wild thing.
She is the one you don't see. You go to a party, and at one table is the rowdy crowd playing Cards Against Humanity -- the title for filthiest friend is once again up for grabs -- but you won't find her there. On the couch is a group of girls giggling and laughing, filling each other in on their latest date, manicure preference, or favorite Hearth and Home item at Target. (She isn't there either) You won't see her outside with the smokers, on the porch with the political rhetoric, or even in the kitchen with the foodies.
You won't see her -- but you will know she is there.
She is the one who weaves in and out of the crowd making everything just right. She keeps the chip bowls flowing, the beer cold, and the salsa hot. She meticulously stocks the guest basket in the bathroom full of every kinda of thing guests might need. Ashlee is the one who makes you feel comfortable, accepted, and, well... home.
But, she's a quiet wild thing.
You wouldn't know it by first conversation -- but she has a wild about her. She spends her drives listening to music and fantasizing about the plane tickets she could buy. Of course she is always grounded by boring adulting like car payments and electricity bills, but there have been MANY trips mentally planned to satisfy her wanderlust. There was that time she imagined spend her entire tax return becoming a Galway girl.
She doesn't think like everyone else. This makes it difficult for her to make meaningful connections. She doesn't want to talk about the weather --- she wants to talk about what is weathering her soul instead.
Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us
Her kind of wild isn't easily heard or seen -- but its mighty. She dares to love all in a world that tells her diversity is scary. Shes old enough to appreciate the adventures, and young enough to never say no to them.
She believes in love with every fiber of her being.
She believes that a good cup of hot cocoa can cover a multitude of sins. (with whip cream, obvi.)
She knows that she knows that she knows that her dog is the greatest creature to walk this earth and that you should never underestimate the power of a smile in this world.
Her wild keeps her fulfilled in this life, and her quiet keeps her tucked away safely in her own little corner of this life.
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