I will try to describe myself as others see me: carefree, optimistic, generous, and kind. Oh, wait those are qualities that I would like to have; it’s how I would like others to see me. Carefree? Who over the age of eight is really carefree? No one that I can respect; I find it to be an immature and annoying trait in adults. I am ever optimistic about my cynicism. I know, for sure, that it will guide me to the correct conclusions. I would like to think that when opportunites for kindness and generosity of spirit present themselves I can rise to the occasion; sadly, these opportunities are few and far between.
I write this blog for myself. It helps me to exorcise some of my demons and it forces me to think. Before I began writing things down (and, sometimes, just writing them in my head is enough) I was constantly talking to my husband about them and becoming annoyed because it was clear that he was not listening. And for damn sure my teenager is not listening! Here, at least I know that once in a while someone may actually be listening. And that’s enough for me.
I wish that I could post more frequently, but sometimes it becomes a chore. I do not need another chore. I have a teenager!
I hope that you enjoy what I am able to contribute. Thanks for listening!