Who am I?

Good question. I have no idea, really. Not yet anyway.  

All I really know is who I’ve been, and most of the time, who I’ve become has surprised the heck outta me.

That’s why I bother to stick around — I never know what’s coming next, no matter how hard I crane my neck, sitting on the shoulders of someone much larger, trying to get a glimpse of the next float in the parade of my life. When the blaring band passes by I’ll shield my ears from the blast but I’ll smile and laugh that I survived it. It all just passes us by.

Gotta keep our eyes open so we won’t miss any of it.