How is it that so many years could pass by without it ever affecting the little girl she had always been at heart? The present day woman frantically sifted through her journals from the past, trying to find a clue that would lead her back to the dreams she once held on to for dear life. She was Indiana Jones, acclaimed archaeologist, digging through her writings from the distant past and putting together all the pieces that would lead her to the treasure of her true self that had been collecting dust and cobwebs over the years. The farther she probed into the earth with her tools, a rose colored smoke rose lazily through the cracks and crevices. Terrified it was a poisonous gas, she scrambled back, fearing inhaling it would render her unconscious. To her surprise, the smoke had the most pleasant fragrance, that would easily put any scented yankee candle to shame. It seemed to have a life of its own as it danced around her, enveloping her in a pink glow and slowly pouring into her, melding into her skin like a gentle mist of rose water.
She had uncovered something about herself, a gold mine from the past that was long forgotten underneath layers of work stress, adult responsibilities, and false insecurities that had distorted her own self image. Only this time, she vowed never to lose her inner treasure again.
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