Friday, January 21, 2011

I feel, I wish, I am.

I feel way older than I am. Or at least I have most of my life. It is evening out for me as I actually get older. People always use to say I was mature for my age. I think I was born in the wrong era. I should have been born in a simpler time. Where you stay home and have lots of babies. Where girls marry young. Where you learn to cook, quilt, and garden. Where the tasks of the day keep your body firm and strong.
I wish I could run. I would love to buck up enough to be a runner. I have at times in my life but I don't feel for real strong. I imagined having time as a mom to have an exercise routine. Who was I kidding, I can't even pee in peace. I like biking too but I live in a town of all hills.
I am a mom and wife. I am a quilter and scrapbooker. I am a friend that likes to connect and hates to let go. I am a daughter and a sister. I have brothers. I have been collecting sister in laws lately. I love babies. I wanted to have like seven. I am at three. I am opinionated but rather compassionate for circumstance if you tell me your plight. I like to talk in pictures, to my husband's irritation. I was trained as an teacher of English as a second language. I never used it. I like language and love to learn when I am immersed in another culture. I once was immersed in the Philippines...twice actually. I would like to learn photography and piano. I play guitar. I learned guitar because I loved to sing. I am quiet in a crowd.

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