Trick question?
I have been somebody else for a long time already. That didn’t work out. Too many identities to manage. Can you spell “self-deceit” ? He overstayed his welcome. Things have been placed in a pod somewhere. And I spoke to him already:
“Don’t let the door knob hit you on the way out.”
That being said, gonna spend some time with this guy.
Back to my roots.
This might have even been the last time I looked happy.
Now that I think about it, being around flowers these days does bring joy to this old curmudgeon. Forty some in the house. Lost count of the daffodil bulbs set to reveal themselves this spring.
I guess you may never really know what you have lost until you allow yourself to find it again.
I want everyday going forward to be touched by discovery and the presence to appreciate the gift it is. Then I can be more of myself.
Like this little guy.
...my temporary assignment. 