When I first joined SC, I think I had something completely different in mind than what eventually transpired.
What was I thinking?
I was thinking that I could quite possible re-invent myself if I so chose to do so. I mean, no one knew me here. I had a safe little name I picked out of the air (sort of) and I suppose I thought I could make myself up as I went along. But that is not what happened at all.
I have been here for nearly a year, and as far as I can tell, nothing has happened except I have transposed myself onto the screen--warts and all.
Did I grow? As a person, yes. I do believe that I have. My little wombie self has scurried along these amazing pages picking up priceless finds like a lucky yard saler.
What did I find? Gems like good friends, laughter, tears pulled from my stagnant heart--and undiscovered places in that same heart that I didn't know existed. However, I believe I have also come to realize that there is so much more inside myself that I need to snuffle around and dig up from this old worn out heart.
I once got lost and slept behind a bar until daylight.
The bars I have put up for myself over my lifetime are the kind that I have built for myself. But maybe if I keep digging, I will find a shiny key.
You may not be too far off the mark by calling me a magpie---(you know who you are)---but just remember that birds like fish....
Again, thanks for listening to my late night nonsense. Thanks for alot of things...
Wombat (and a special note to my friend quietone--thanks for our nice walk in the park!)
