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 the person I’ve become have 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…

  1. February 9, 2011 at 6:16 am

    great blog!

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