Sometimes, I sit and ponder who I really am and how do I want to be known. It’s not that I don’t like me as I am, It’s only that I worry about how I’m perceived. You say why worry. I say why not.
Idiomatically speaking, I am an “old comfortable shoe”. People have grown to expect a sameness about me that is good for self-esteem, but not so good for my adventurous soul. Where to? How long? Why? I need to see some of this strange, wonderful world.
A to Z, there are so many ways to describe...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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