But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
a simple Namaste-style salute that says “You’re weird. But, gosh, so are all of us!”
It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
He never looks across at his PlayDoh, nor does he squeeze in a quick trip to the fridge before he allows his body to melt.