I have often thought about what’s it like to be me…sometimes, I don’t like the way I am. I am too dramatic and I don’t worry about bills like I should or worry if the kids have new shoes I am taking photos and writing and daydreaming and scheming. I have sat down and cried and felt a terrible loss like there has to be more than me than this. Why do I love people so deeply? Why do I call psychics (I used to) When I have a good gut instinct.Why do I feel so un-apart from these soccer moms in my neighborhood? Why do I like to wear wigs and jewelry and dance and take photos for hours. This is me. I don’t want to be called eccentric. They seem to call creative people eccentric a lot. I would like to be unique yes. I spent my 20s in the house just letting life pass me by due to the fact I had severe panic and was trying to be a mom with that disorder. I had female problems that lead to a hysterectomy. I lost so much time that now I am always gulping in air like a fish trying to stay alive as the fisherman tries to capture it.I try to write in this blog things that may be of interest yet try not to make it my diary. What it is like to be me…well some of it is in this blog the rest is tucked away inside my soul.
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