Flood and Fringes proposed an experiment based on the first thirty blogs listed on Sunday Scribblings' August 12th post. Thirty bloggers posted on the subject, "Who Can I Still Be?" Then participants in the experiment go to those blogs in the order they are numbered, read the posts, and choose one sentence from each post to create their own post on who they can still be. It was fun, and very interesting, and you should try it!
This is my post:
I like the road I've taken, even if it has had some hard turns. This has been an incredible struggle.
I stretch with the satisfaction of the blessed and thank the Goddess for my bounty, feeling like my problems should pale into insignificance when I hear/read/see other peoples problems.
I will live my life with eternity in mind. I think that would be an ok plan.
This land full of mystery, wonder galore. I wanted to have more faith, more passion, and less sadness. You see, I've always been a bit of a drifter, lacking clear direction and falling in and out of jobs, homes and loves as they came along. “Okay, maybe just a little longer,” I thought. There is not an ounce of political correctness in this old girl. And to realize how little I appreciated it when I had young skin of my own.
I've been lying in bed trying to get to sleep, but it's now 1.20 a.m. and I'm still struggling. Poor and starving, maybe, but true to myself.
Anyway. So many crossroads in my life, where had I chosen a different route, my destiny might have been forever changed. I’d be crying one more tear.
So even though I'm a little depressed, I cannot recapture my innocence or unlearn/unknow life's lessons. And I hate that I pine for this self, like the girl who can't forget she was prom queen. But, as usual, everything remains quiet. If God is here, he keeps it very quiet.
I think I would like to be a ghost for a while, to observe the living. It’s not enough to create a happy life for myself if there’s so much pain and suffering all around me. This is hard.
I can draw on experience and smooth rocky paths for those less fortunate, help refugees and displaced persons: the victims of an unbalanced world, navigating shifting sands.
Do not remember plotting out this sometimes ordinary life of mine, but I know I can't, in good conscience, place the blame anywhere else. I can still be someone who lives with love every moment of every day. Do it in a heartbeat.
Walking down my road has not been an easy one. Yes, there have been many blessings along the way that I will always be thankful for.