What's It All About, Alfie?
Memoirs of a Six Suitcase Girl in a One Bag Allowance World
I'm really not very good about the whole new year thing. I don't feel any difference between 2012 or 2013 or even 1989. I mean, I don't really mark time as other people seem to do. Holidays aren't a big deal to me. We don't really make a big deal of anniversaries or birthdays or Christmas. Christmas to me seems like a figurative armed robbery where someone holds an imaginary gun to your ribs and hands you a list of what they want you to hand over to them. As far as the new year and regrets and resolutions to do better; well, I'm not good with that whole concept either. I figure I have a finite time allocated to be sentient from like zero to whatever. Three hundred and sixty five days per unit has nothing to do with that. I try to live an authentic life and be the best human being I can be every day. Sometimes I falter, mostly I muddle through without causing much harm. I don't need lots of little task resolutions to do that, just I guess basically an understanding of a set of a broad rules like the ten commandments. If you can understand them conceptually rather than literally, well then, life is pretty easy, you've got a moral compass and it has nothing to do with formal religious dogma.
Anyway, That's pretty much who I am. Nothing complicated about me. Who are you?
Reader Comments (1)
A lost soul wandering in the wilderness? Seriously I am what I am and contented with living in my skin. Once having found myself have no wish to stray from that knowledge. Am so lucky if I am mobile and can appreciate and plan life. What more could you ask for? Jill