It Is Who I Am

Sometimes I am just caught up in the wonder of life. Not that it is all necessarily wonderful, but it is certainly interesting. Like the stories I wrote as an eager seven year old, my life takes unexpected twists and turns. I have a friend who loves my adventures, as she calls them, and I guess I they are.

I do not set out to make things different, it just seems to happen. I have been thinking about this and I am not sure why. I just don't seem to think quite the same way as other people and I feel a need to act upon my thoughts more than some I guess. In a way, it is barely more than a necessity. It is who I am.

I am a woman who has a very difficult time paying attention to things that do not interest me and an even more difficult time tearing myself away from those things that do. Perhaps a bit narcissistic, but not really. I am capable of enormous love outside of myself. My children are the light of my life and even my tiny dog is so much adored it probably seems wrong to some people, but not to me.

I believe it is possible to love in unhealthy ways, but I do not believe it is possible to love too much. It is out of this love that my life moves forward along the Way, carrying me with it, an able, willing and wondering passenger.