Tell Me More

sunshine (Photo credit: huntz)

Today I’ve been inspired by Far Away in the Sunshine  to fill in some blanks in a soul-searching exercise.  I did something like this before in Complete This Thought about six months ago, but the prompts for this one are a little different, so I’ll see if I am different now as well, or if I’m simply remaining stubbornly the same.

Here is what you can copy and paste to do your own soul-searching.  I hope you will take this little challenge and reveal yourself to the world.  The more we know about each other the more there is to love, right?  Well, I hope that’s how it works.

Far Away (Photo credit: hippydream [is busy])

I am
I know
I want
I think
I have
I dislike
I miss
I fear
I feel
I hear
I smell
I crave
I search
I wonder
I regret
I love
I care
I am always
I worry
I remember
I sing
I argue
I write
I lose
I wish
I listen
I can usually be found
I am scared
I need
I forget
I am happy

I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a grandma and a child of the universe.
I know a little bit about love.
I want the people around me to be happy and unafraid.
I think entirely too much about inconsequential things and not enough about what’s really important, and there are days when I really can’t figure out which is which.
I have everything I need.  And then some.
I dislike all this clutter, but I don’t know where to start to make it disappear.  Come on over and help me out with that.
I miss my mom.
I fear poor health and pain and tragic accidents.
I feel blessed.
I hear voices in my head.  No, I don’t.  It’s just me pretending to be voices in my head.
I smell a little off.  No shower yet today. I’ll get around to that shortly.
I crave inner peace.  Perhaps a shower would help.
I search for more and more things that I’ve misplaced as the years progress.
I wonder why I thought a cupboard shelf was a good place to set down my phone.
I regret nothing major in this charmed life because look where it has taken me.
I love my family.
I care what happens to them.
I am always reading.
I worry that my eyesight will fail before I’ve read everything there is to read.
I remember when that happened to my mom and how audio books saved her.
I sing in a grandmas weakened voice, off-key and scratchy, but with joy in my heart.
I argue about the dumbest things.
I write because writing is as vital to me as breathing.  I write on everything, everywhere.  I write in my head.
I lose track of time.
I wish there could be an end to all the fighting.
I listen with my ears but I try to hear with my heart.
I can usually be found reading, writing, and never even remotely involved in anything to do with arithmetic.
I am scared of losing the people I love.
I need peace and quiet and a good book.  And the occasional glass of red wine.
I forget the bad things as fast as I can.  That way there’s more room for remembering all the good stuff.
I am happy to be alive.

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