Tell Me More

sunshine

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

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.Happy to be alive
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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15 thoughts on “Tell Me More

  1. Pingback: Searching the soul | knocked over by a feather

  2. I really enjoyed Anyes’ post today, and am delighted to see your post following the theme. Also enjoyed your ‘Group Hug’ comment on Kozo’s guest post at Rarasaur. So nice to ‘meet’ you and learn about you in this post. Happy hugs, Gina

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  3. Oh I think I just fell in love with you! What courageous wonderful honest heart-full statements. There’s nothing quite like self-revealing to bring us all closer together. It’s when we hide that problems arise. At the same time the self-revealing needs a safe place to land, otherwise we just hide even more. Or get braver, and do it anyway.

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  4. Love this/you, Grandmalin. I LOVE how you pretend to be voices in your head. haha.
    I’m happy you are alive as well.
    A lot about peace in this post. Might deserve a B4Peace tag. :)
    {{{Hugs}}} Kozo

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