“A woman’s life can really be a succession of lives, each revolving around some emotionally compelling situation or challenge, and each marked off by some intense experience.” ~ Wallis Simpson
Yes, and hence seemingly “consistently inconsistent”. “But I thought you said yesterday…” is sometimes spoken in my presence. “A woman’s right to change her mind” is a right I exercise.
In recent history, it’s been brought to my attention that my writing is passionate and resonates. I had never thought much about it in that light. I write what comes to me as I am thinking, or of things I have read, experienced, or am learning.
So it was with this thought in mind that lead me to write this post today. I was thinking “who am I?” While I did not come up with an answer with any particular staying power, it is my answer of the day. In no particular order.
I love music in general, but am fond especially of classical. I love some poetry. Quiet evenings by the fire at the end of a busy day. Curling up with a good book under a quilt.
Running. Long walks.
I am constantly striving for the ultimate life experience. Because I have to have all the answers? I’m not sure.
I have a need for perfection. I have however, come to understand the need to at times, let go of the need for perfection.
I get my inspiration by different means. Random people. Random interactions.
I am creative.
I like “duck” boots and garden shoes. High heels. Black when the occasion calls for black. Colors when life is colorful. I love to run barefoot in the grass. You will most often, during all seasons, find me in flip flops.
I am silly at times and have a need for laughter more than to what I am exposed. Sometimes I am completely ridiculous.
I am emotional.
I am an activist.
I have been told I have a heart as big as the earth. I know I have a seemingly endless ability to love.
I am passionate. About everything. Sometimes everything all in one day. All at once.
Fiery. Timid. Quiet. Loud. Opinionated. Thoughtful. Restful. Restless.
Someone often misunderstood.
I am consistently inconsistent.
This is who I am today. Someone I have always known, but haven’t always recognized. I love me.
And in return, I am happy to let you be —– who you are.
Be well. Be happy. Be you.