Reflection

I sometimes find incredible the daily reality that is my life.  If I were truly seeking a book contract, as Amylynn would concur, I should be writing some factual version of the sideways existence I seem to exemplify in simply struggling to be me.  Real life, real people shouldn’t be as bizarre as they truly are when life isn’t looking.  Isn’t it only in those moments stolen from Father Time that we are truly ourselves?  Looking over my shoulder, yelling haha and skipping away like a 5 year old, I think I may see the secret in my peripheral vision…