Wild and Free

There are two kinds of people. Those who think of themselves as wild and free and those who don't.  When I was young I thought the people who ran around in groups, driving fast cars, doing crazy things were the wild and free ones. They did too. Many of those people still consider themselves in that group, or wish to be in that group.

The other group tends to be a little more reticent about what they do. We don't follow the crowd so much. We aren't the in-people. We don't always wear the latest fads, most makeup, craziest shoes. We might do all those things, but we tend to do them on our own time, in our own way. If we are out there dancing on the dance floor, it is because we love to dance, or we love the person we are with. The same is true for almost everything we do. We do it because it fulfills us.

Our lives are not for other people. We don't do things for show. We don't need adulation or recognition. We need to feel like our deepest selves are doing okay. And strangely enough, this seems to bring the recognition along with it more times than I ever expected.

I would describe myself as reserved with a taste for quality, not wild and free and yet I have never kept a job I didn't love, seldom worn clothes I didn't love, or been afraid to up and move half way across the country because it felt right. I've sampled life all up and down the spectrum in ways that would amaze some people and stun others, but it is my business and I hope you won't be hurt to know I don't share a lot of that with most people. 

A friend once told me, "You only share things with people who deserve to know." 

I believe that.