Stirred Up

What can I say, I am a romantic. I like happy endings, sweet beginnings, and all the cute little things in between. I like them in that order too! Then I always know it’s going to turn out good!

I’m one of those people who picks up a magazine and flips through it from the back. I don’t mind spoilers on movies, otherwise sometimes the tension nearly kills me. (but I watch anyway.) I don’t like spoilers in books though. Once I read the last few pages my chance of reading the rest of the book is almost nil.

I have to be free to get into whatever I am doing. Anything that holds me back ruins the experience for me. This soap opera called life is a hundred times more entertaining than most people believe. All I need are a pair of tin snips to cut down the barb wire fences that age puts up between me and what is going on. Then I step over and participate in a lot of lovely little dramas that keep my life interesting.

In today’s world there are so many invisible fences, but they are only barriers if I allow them to be. They are designed to keep me in line, to keep me on the beaten path, to keep me from straying onto unfamiliar ground. I have boundaries, but they are the ones I put up myself. The rest are almost beacons beckoning to me to come, take a look, see what is really going on.

Sure, I get a few nicks here and there, but I’m careful. I know how to think and I’m not afraid to do it. I finish watching films and find bloody nail marks on the palms of my hands. I take on projects that sometimes break my heart. I listen to people who bore me to tears and others that make my heart beat fast with excitement. Both of them stir me to do something and I need to be stirred. It’s what keeps me alive.