So Little

I think too much.  I try to understand other people when I am evidently not meant to. I read things into their behavior that aren't there. I expect them to fit my idea of what they should be.

It takes about three weeks to make a habit, but only a nanosecond to break one.

We only wear about twenty per cent of our wardrobes on a regular basis. Eighty per cent of the time we eat from the same menu. About twenty per cent of the people we are acquainted with can we call friends. Eighty per cent of the time we are disenchanted with the outcome of whatever.

This is the kind of trivia that trashes my brain.

I tried clearing it all out once upon a time, but somehow, like the Screwtape Letters (C.S. Lewis), they keep coming back to distract me from the most important things.

I need to smile more. You make me smile when you say hello with a smile in your voice. You make me smile when you don't mention the things about me that are wrong, but only the things you find right. (I know what is wrong. I don't need your help to discern it.) You make me smile when we share a secret or a coffee or a gin and tonic or the bay on a winter day.

I am not high-maintenance. The people and things that slow me down or make me feel ugly have to go. Some of them are already gone. I need to finish cleaning out my closets, my drawers, my mind. I began the job some time ago, but like the habit that takes so long to make and is so easy to break....I got distracted.

I thought I had found myself, but I have begun the journey over and over again, finding new things I love and discarding what I don't ant anymore.

My thoughts may be random but they contain my truth.