I’ve been thinking. About a lot of things. I just gave my whole theory of life to poor Le Clown on one of his blog posts. I say “poor”…because he didn’t even ask for it.
And yet, I give it.
Isn’t that just me? I can’t seem to keep all my thoughts inside. It feels kind of like when I’m trying to pack my suitcase. Stuff keeps falling out. Sometimes….it comes SHOOTING out. Because I can’t keep it all in there. I try to squash it down. But there’s just so much.
I thought blogging would help. It didn’t. It made it worse. I read posts that really get me going. Like my friend Brigitte. She posted about getting old. Gravity.
That poor girl got a few paragraphs on my innermost feelings about THAT.
Then, Sword-Chinned did a piece on Dreams. And I over shared on that one, too.
What does it mean?
People are so interesting. The world is interesting…and I love being here. Sharing it with all of you.
Anais Nin has a quote that I LOVE. There’s a cool illustration of it.
Heck. I’m posting it. I can’t find the source. I tried.
Anyway, I think I am a mermaid.
But watch out. Because it doesn’t matter whether you can breathe under water or not. I’ll try to pull you down with me.