Instead, I find myself watching the morning buzz at the local Starbucks. Suits, stilettos and overly-botoxed lips stand in line to wait for their lattes and such. I feel quite out of place in my Chucks, knit vest and Blarney Woolen Mills bag but that's ok. I'm fine with feeling out of place with this group. It's just not my thing.
I'm just grateful for the inspiration to be me today. I'm not anyone else and though sometimes I wish I were, more often than not lately, I'm content to not be competing for an identity. I don't have a list today. Last week didn't provide me many moments to write and remember and collect.
But that's why I bought these...
so I can start keeping track of my thoughts.
...for friends who can carry inspiration and dreams alongside of me
...who can help lift burdens off my shoulders
...who will listen as I cry and try to make sense of the story of my life
...for those who can speak wisdom into situations that I feel completely unqualified to handle.
And really, for all of you readers, silent and not silent. This next season is going to be fun and exciting, I think. I hope you continue to follow along with me.