Who aren’t you? You may discover as I did that we spend so much time creating an identity and solidifying our ego based on who we are that figuring out who we aren’t is a challenge. Give it a try, though. I’m pretty sure you’ll learn something new. (BTW, I am NOT a woodworker, a seamstress, or quilter. Any activity where precision matters is not for me!) I’m just happy to be imprecise, free-floating, mistake-prone me!
The worlds we inhabit are mostly (completely?) in our own heads, and if your inner noggin is anything like mine, it’s monkeys all the way down. Do I really want others to be looking in there? Nope! I don’t think I’m alone when I share a mostly filtered version of my inner world. but I still become frustrated when others don’t see (and accept) the crazy unfiltered version that is my reality. We are both missing out.
Living life honestly–online and in the real world–can be hard for me. But, I’m getting better.
So inspired by hearing the Dayton Literary Peace Prize winners speak. I plan to seek more discomfort through reading!
I’ve just returned from a month-long vacation and have at least three crochet WIPs waiting for me. The problem: I Continue reading
Do you ever have one of those days when the things you normally enjoy just seem boring? Reading? Nah, nothing Continue reading
Sometimes a bargain isn’t a bargain. Sometimes a mistake can be fixed. Waiting to find out if my bargain blanket scarf can be saved.
Flexing my generosity muscle after a surprise gift in the mail.
