I have had several friends help me work on finding myself. I haven't liked what I didn't know was there, but as I search, I am finding more. Friends online and off have encouraged me and spoken to me on things I needed to hear. It is a fragile thread of knowledge, I am almost afraid to type anything for fear of breaking it. The strand is an elusive colorless thing, waiting to be wound on a spool of now. Colored by the lives touching me.
What do I want? Where would I go? What kind of flirting is the right kind? How do I want to get wherever I am headed? Why am I afraid of being important? Questions leading up to answers I am skirting around. How to be happy and filled with goodness. And how to keep my mouth shut.
I think the latter sentence is my motto for this summer. "Keep my mouth shut." If I don't bother anyone (and I have, unfortunately), I can focus on other things, rather than those that do not matter. So often I'll create a drama when there is absolutely no need for it. Even in my own heart. I think I am going to add to my summer motto.
Look for the beauty in the world and if I can't capture the exact thing I wanted, grab what I can and move on.