A/N: Here ya go!
She's five and her biggest worry is the sparkly pen from the bookstore that she wants but can't have. Life is good, well it may not be, but she's young enough to be ignorant. She doesn't care about what other people think or about getting hurt or really anything much at all (except for that sparkly pen).
She's five and life is good because she doesn't know any better.
She's seventy and her biggest worry is beating Jane at bingo because her grandson runs the thing and she's pretty sure there is cheating going on. Life is good, well it may not be, but she's old enough to not be affected. She doesn't care what other people think of her or about getting hurt or anything really (except bingo…and her family).
She's seventy and life is good because it hasn't always been but she's made it nevertheless.
But she was eleven and her biggest worry was what the girls in the hallway would say about her clothes at school and if her face would ever get pretty enough to be like the models on tv.
But she was sixteen and her biggest worry was the amount of homework and stress weighing on her mind and the people she thought were her friends leaving her behind.
But she was twenty-five and her biggest worry was the heartbreak from him and the life she feels she hasn't figured out yet but everyone else has and it's the third wedding invitation she's received.
But she was thirty-five and her biggest worry are her kids she's trying to raise better than she was raised and the mortgage payment due next week and the new job she needs to find.
And she's forty-six and fifty-nine and sixty-three and she may not know everything but she's been through heartbreak and pain and laughed and loved and she figures she knows a little about something.
Every day, she cares less about the things she worried about before, they seem easier now that she's conquered them all.
And she's one month and ninety and everything in between, but most importantly she's just Annabeth, going through her journey.
A/N: So what did you think? I was thinking about how all the things that used to hurt me and get to me don't anymore, as I've grown and evolved as a person those things don't affect me like they used to.
And similarly, the things that are affecting me, hurting me, and getting to me now, one day in the future, won't.
And so it goes with life, it moves on and you move on with it and it get's easier, or maybe you just get tougher and it's okay in the end.
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