A little bit

I  have always been the person I am to some extent.  Introspective, curious, a little bit adventurous and a little bit rebellious.  I am strong with weak joints.  I have made up stories in my head since before I was four, maybe before I was three.  Time is a little bit foggy at those ages.  I am extremely loyal and loving when it comes to my children and those close to me. I have usually been good enough at most things so that I can do them fairly easily, but my interest quickly wanes when things are too easy or require a little bit too much sustained concentration. 

In short I walk a fine line that doesn't work particularly well in a world where the goal is to make money  and while I don't deny that life is a little bit easier with money than without it, it just isn't the end all and be all.

The truly satisfying things cannot be bought.  They require a little bit of work and I can do anything -- for a little bit -- it's what gets me through from a bad place to a better one.

Sometimes all I need is a little bit: a little bit of time, a little bit of luck, a little bit of know how and a little bit of perseverance . . . then life starts to get a little bit better.