I Might Be Weird

I've found I have eclectic tastes and views.  I can't be labeled - there's too much of me to fit solidly into a box of any one category.  (I'm not saying that is always good, ok?)

If test takers color in the little circle with a number 2 pencil ... I'm the checkmark, or I color it in with black ink.  I don't mean to do that... I just do.

If the trendy colors are brown and blue, I don't have anything in that combination. 

So, when I read from successful bloggers that content needs to be a dependable sort of expected information, I become frozen.  I'm weird.  I like a little of this, a little of that.  This blog is undefined at best, a rambling journey through a weird girl's brain at worst.

Some days I feel overfilled with a new tidbit of wisdom I've gleaned when reading a book or studying.  I come here and sort it out for myself through the process of writing it out. 

Other days - I can't think of anything beyond the love of that pine tree smell in my living room. 

I love the ideas of others. I want to know what other people know.  Did a book change your life?  Awesome - tell me about that! Or even more significant (?) - share a recipe.  I've only eaten grits once - at a hotel, not cooked by a real person.  Ms. A. has a recipe for Garlic-cheese grits and I want to know what that tastes like.

I'm in love with people and service, and I'm an idea person - too many and too varied for one person to complete in one lifetime, so I want an opportunity to put my ideas out there and if they're good for someone... maybe one will ripple out beyond my view or knowledge. 

Everyone does want to be significant - not just soak up the natural resources and naval gaze... so maybe I'm not weird... just a little rebellious. Oh yeah, that's it.