Police Officer: “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
Me: “Because you knew blue was my favorite color, and you wanted to brighten-up my day?” Mona Lisa 🙂 w/ a 😉
I am audacious and, at times, arrogant. I am brilliant and brash. I am confident yet clumsy (on multiple levels). I am decadent yet discreet. I have extremes, but no ego where they are concerned. I am frightening and frightened (though I hide both “somewhat” well). I am gifted and glib. I am my own best friend and my own worst enemy – depending on the time of day or month. I give myself encouraging pep talks that sound more like Gunny Sergeant Hartman performing morning inspection. I am a constant, helpful source of faith and support to others, yet am always trying not to slide down that slippery slope of self-sabotage – again and again … and again. (Oh the sweet sounds of the bitter refrain are always so much easier to sing than learning a new song – which requires time and effort … heavy work!)
When I was three-years-old I flew for a brief moment in time – literally suspended in the air to the amazement of all those surrounding me. It wasn’t until very recently that I acknowledged that I have been trying to capture that complete sense of freedom again all of my life.
But I’ve come to realize that it’s always been with me – my free will. My ability to choose which direction I take in any given circumstance is my freedom. The way I choose to express my faith is my freedom. The way I react to someone’s behavior is my freedom. Every choice, every action, every reaction is a direct result of my faith, my belief – in myself, in the hope for and beauty of humanity, in those I hold dear (and even in those I do not) … in all that I do.
And that is unbelievably phenomenal …
P.S My favorite color is purple. 😉