Well, here I go again.
I wish I was one of those amazingly cheery and humorous bloggers. And, I admit, sometimes I am.
But mostly I post when I feel...Just when I feel. Something.
I wonder why life is a hard thing for some people and a breeze for others. What is it that distinguishes the two?
I so want to be one of those breezers. One of those lucky people who can soar on just the whisper of a wind and rise higher and higher and higher.
Is it something you are genetically gifted with? Or something that you learn? Or something you don't even realize you have?
One thing is for sure. Those who can't catch those breezes wind up, feet firmly on the ground, watching those lucky others circle higher and higher, seeming without a care.
Oh how I wish with all of my body and soul that I could be one of those risk takers, dreamers who believe that their dreams will come true for them, a person that is not so grounded in the quicksand of reality that no matter how far I hold out my arms, I don't have the feathers necessary to take flight.
How blissful that feeling would be.
I can only imagine.