I can’t remember the last time I wanted to be exactly where I was, or where I am, for that matter. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a bit of wanderlust, a bit of wonder, some restlessness and dreams… There’s nothing wrong with me being me, for wanting to be different.
Today, I’ve been struggling with thoughts of being stupid, lazy, and useless. How could I help it? I’m clearly misplaced in life. I feel like a toy that made it on a bookshelf, or a book in the toy chest. I’m doing fine just where I am, but I’m playing 6/8 time on a 3/4 track.
The funny thing is that nobody wants exactly what they ask for. They want a bit o’ pizzazz. They want what they asked for, plus. I’m just one of the little “plusses” floating around in the world, looking for what I’m going to add to. I’m hoping this blog is one place where I can be a plus for someone, because this is one place that I want to be. (And for those of you asking, I am a bit of plus for myself, but I’d rather be a plus for someone else.)