Finding Yourself

I ordered a new gel pen collection along with another inspirational coloring book for my own Christmas present. I started it at the end of January, but stopped the first week in February. My income tax appointment was March 1, so I faced myself in the mirror and told myself I couldn’t color until my tax papers were ready for my tax guru. It’s done, he’s good and I’m coloring again.

 

The new book is titled You Are Stronger Than You Think. It’s a collection of motivational posters and they’re pretty good. I’ve dedicated it already to a special person and hope to have it ready for a birthday present. The words are so good but the pages are busy patterns. Much coloring required. But I cheat and do all the words first wherever I want to, then go back and work the rest of whatever page I feel like. This morning I kept thinking about my quest in the past 2-3 years to remember who I am. The page I worked on said in large letters: A Broken Crayon Still Has Color. I moved on then to the one I chose to remember all day: Find Yourself And Be That.”

 

I remember in the 70s, I think, when so many people were talking about Finding Themselves. Along the way, more than once I thought I’d have to Get My Act Together And Take It On The Road. When I did, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I don’t mind speaking in public as long as I feel I have something worth while to talk about. Speaking like this from home is challenging, but I miss seeing everyone. Every morning I look in the mirror and usually I see my mom or dad. One day I had a droopy eye and when I looked I saw Peter Falk, Columbo. I was NOT prepared for that! Who can entertain me more than myself when I do things like that? Maybe someday I will find myself there again!