After all these years, I continue to be baffled by people. They confuse me. They will say and do things that directly conflict with other things they say and do and even believe in their souls to be true for them. I’m no different.
Cats I get. They are honest. And most lean toward optimism.
When it’s all a bit too much, I retreat to my desk and write. The collection in the picture sits to the left of my computer. It makes me smile and brings me back to what is me. Cats. Silly packs of gum. My stones. The name magnet I got when I was a teenager because I almost never found my name spelled correctly on that kind of stuff. Fortunes. Reiki card.
I’m a fan of collections, taking after many women in my family. For my mom, it’s frogs. My sister, everything Mickey Mouse. My grandmother, pigs were her thing. For me, it’s unicorns, cats, angels, books, and inspirational quotes.
I can’t expect to understand what motivates anyone else. This journey I’m on is about self-reflection, self-analysis, self-acceptance, self-love. The hope is the discoveries will translate to my better understanding of everyone else, too.
More money and power (and way less shit) would also be great.
Have a nice day!
