A Pocketful

I seldom do things halfway. If I am sad, or happy, feeling silly, or god forbid, in love, the world is pretty much guaranteed to know it!

I may be embarrassed about it later, or not. I may regret it later, usually not. I'm just one of those people who seem to leap into life with both feet and if life includes stuffing those feet in my mouth, well, I have a big mouth.

The only things I ever regret are when I inadvertently hurt someone, or once in a blue blue moon do it on purpose. If I could take those things back, I would, but life is like the Internet and as a friend once told me, once it's out there, you'll never be sure you got it all back. Because of that I am perfecting the art of apologizing.

As for the rest of it? I don't really mind living passionately. It's really the only way I know.

There was a time when I tended to be a bit more melodramatic, kind of like a mime in fast forward, but I think I've become a bit more sedate now that I'm older. Perhaps I only talk more and gesture less, so it's just different, but it's still the best I can do.

The one thing you can be sure of if you know me well, is that I'm usually just on the edge of my comfort zone -- it's where I am most comfortable! It's the only place to be actually, right between here and now with a lick and a promise, a pocketful of good intentions and a whole lot of love.