Weather changes always coaxes me into reflective moods. The weather is a changing constant, fueling me with fresh stimulus for meandering thoughts. Smells arise with each change. Traffic and light give me new reasons to look around and look inside.
I realize again, anew, one more time, that I over-analyze things and let such over-analysis paralyze me. That, my friend, is a no-no. Somehow I manage to think about all the things that might go wrong without letting myself try anything to see if anything goes wrong.
I have to laugh at my foibles, then toast them, along with mild lunacy and narcissicm I call me and my life.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com