I've taken up a new hobby. Exposing my under belly.
No that doesnt mean taking my cloths off. It means opening up.
I decided to try a few different avenues to do this too. I already like to write and sometimes I draw. even dabbled into painting and then there is sewing. But this time I am going to take up..... sensitivity.
How in the heck is she gonna do that? Ok, several ways. Helping people, giving and not expecting anything back in return, letting go of my rough exterior.
a. I went shopping.
b. I got a cat.
c. I read a story to my neighbors daughter on my front steps.
I've had a hard life but in alot of ways, I made it so. Call it getting old or mellowing, lately the shadows grow longer down the hallway.
I saw something today and it reminded me of myself. I had to chuckle too.
Ever see a pup that came from so many fathers it had this mixed up coloration all over its body?
Its ugly, noone wants him or plays with him. Sometimes I felt that way. Sometimes the colors mixed but separated. Theres clear defining lines.
So hey, I'm not the only smuck out there like this. Admission number one.