So, while driVing frOm Memphis to NashviLLe today wiTh onLy a SWIFT freightliner in front of me and a brutal unforgiving SuN behind me in the WesterN sKy, I had a lot of tiMe to think...uh oh...
I was aLL about some rock music and whILe listenIng to SwitcHFooT..."we were meant to live for so much more..." I was kindA like...um, "What am I meant to live for?" WoW...waY too deep of a thouGht afTer a Long and suMMaRily teRRible daY!
So, I shifted a bit to a question that LieS above the AfoRemenTioned... Who Am I? After 29 years oF liFe, I can'T saY! I can teLL you things I do, like, feel, eat, read, inherent traits, wonders to my eyes, what makes my heart drop, beat fast, what sets in fear, what questions i have about life, what foods i like, what designers make me salivate ferociously, or what makes me throW uP a LiTTLe in mY mouth on siGht, or sOunD, oR thoughT... what'S imPorTanT to me, soMe goALs, dReamS and on and on and on...
BuT, is the SummaRy of thoSe thIngs me? thiS could be slightly vaPiD... my job, my clothes or Bags or shOes... save any Armani, Louis Vuitton, or Tod's...thoSe are heavenly cReaTions...hA....
Or am I the wHoLe that affects aLL the ParTs? We'LL ExPLoRe, maYBe, diScuSS...if You'D liKe...
Maya Angelou says "When people show you who they are, believe them." I am working on discovering this so, wHeN the PicTure coMpLeTes, I'll...um, show you, and If you can't invest the years this would take... then
oH?
WeLL.................................................................................. :-)
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