I always thought it would be attention-getting and great to be mysterious and quiet and enigmatic and hard to figure out. Thing is, that takes a lot of maintenance. So, I've settled for being more easy to read, pleasant and open.

I could still wear feather boas and cool embroidered shawls and look like I was dressed for high tea or something. Having people wonder "who is she" or "where is she going"? would be kind of cool.

I don't have any feather boas or embroidered shawls, though. I think a Jimmy Stewart movie does sum me up pretty well. I just want people to be happy and things to go as they ought. They aren't and they don't so often though. Doesn't stop me the wanting nor dreaming it so.

I am amazed to discover that I have been an optimist underneath it all. Underneath depression and anger, angst and disillusionment, anxiety and fear, was this core, this heart that saw the flowers blooming, the sun shining, the world turning. She just got lost in traffic for a while.