This is not the strangest thing I've ever done, but it is close. Well, maybe not. But I am less comfortable writing about myself than I am doing any of the weird things I do on a daily basis. And yet I blog. But I think of the Blog not as a journal (I keep one of them as well- oh dear, I am rather old-fashioned, aren't I?) or as a memoir (it's in the "Someday" jar) but as an outpost. Just a way to set free the odd little wonderings in my brain.
Sometimes I have so many little thoughts fluttering through me at once that I have to sit down for hours to write them all out completely. They are so numerous that I don't even bother to process them after putting them down on paper, but I should probably take the time to do that.
Besides corn, Nebraska is home to myself and my family. We moved from a pretty little bungalow in quiet little Fort Calhoun to an equally small Tudor in Omaha. It's been almost three months now. I still miss it. I have dreams about the bungalow sometimes. When I wake up I don't remember where I am.
I cry a lot. Tears are healing-for me, anyway. I should be careful when I say that; there are times when so many tears fall that they probably aren't very healing. Actually, I should be careful when I say a lot of things. Things like "I believe" and "the truth is"- because I am young. I don't know what I believe. Well, I believe one thing.
I believe that there is more than one Truth. There are as many Truths are there are cows in the Midwest, poker chips in Vegas, and stars in the sky. What bothers me is when people start fighting over which Truth is THE Truth. Fighting in general bothers me.
I love the amazing, glorious, magical people in my life. I am blessed with two people who have raised me wonderfully. I am blessed (whether I want to admit it or not) with four other people who are being raised by the same people raising me. I am blessed with one heck of a Fairy Godmother and her Big Funny Kid, who is my very best friend in the whole wide world.
I am a vegetarian. I believe in everyone's right to love whomever they wish. I am a giver of hugs to anyone who needs one. Some days are better on my psyche than others. My greatest wish is to personally thank J.K. Rowling for the seven books that I grew up reading. I am trying to reconcile my faith with my view of the world.
I have a terrible, bone-shaking fear of the future. I have no Life Plan. I struggle to live in a world where it is somehow wrong to not have a Life Plan. Racism, road rage, loud people, and Michelle Bachman make me nervous.
I think that's it.
