A day to myself.
I need to schedule more of them.
A kid asked me: “Who are you?”
I said, I ask myself that question
A few odd looks & we kept going.
And it’s true.
Change means self-examination
Today I am more sensitive–not every
movie or book or person for that
matter satisfies me.
I’m more picky than ever.
But when I do find something I like
ah! what a pleasure!
I still can’t answer that question.
Like swiss cheese, there’s a lot of
holes–missing parts–in who
I think I am.
But what would swiss cheese
be without holes?
I like who I am (whoever that is)
because I take care of myself.
And something seems to help
me with this–even though I’m
constantly asking for more help.
But when I look back, I see
how fortunate I’ve been to have
had many of the experiences of my life.