
So, this is typical me. I live in my own blissful bubble. There is no logic. It is alliteration, symbols, you know, whimsical things.
here are some examples of my world:
1. I thought the welcome to Massachusetts sign was a large brown abstract art blob. It wasn't until 2 years ago that I drove by it with my glasses on and realized it is in fact a turkey. Now, considering I have only lived in Boston for 5 years..that's not so bad. But, I grew up in ct & went to college in Western Mass- so this is a lifetime of spacing out on drives & thinking- "oh what a nice brown blob on that huge sign that reads "welcome to Mass" nothing unusual about that (I'm not even going to discuss how long it took me to realize that the Ma Pike signs are adorned with pilgrim hats not squigly lines and shapes...)
2. when asked to find the center of a piece of paper in 10th grade geometry with a ruler or a protractor or something, I decided to fold the paper in half top to bottom and left to right, & made a dot in the center. Yes, I was the most accurate center finder..but the teacher didn't appreciate my approach.
There are more but I forget...so any hoot, I love my world. I was reminded of this when we were in class and everyone kept referencing "miracles" I evidently missed that one book on the syllabus. I was under the impression that everyone was openly talking about actual "miracles" like a very friendly inside joke... I eventually realized there is a book called Miracles. I plan to finish it tonight and plot out my desires/ like it says to. I am excited to do this!!!
I sucked up those books like some kind of crazy bright yellow infomercial cloth-and was looking for my own books to continue this literary journey.
I found a good one called The Spirit of Anatomy about an intuitive doctor that was pretty great.
But I am happy to find this little gem that I missed on the syllabus.
my new favorite thing is to google image themed words for my blog when I don't have a picture in mind. The above one is "beautiful miracle"
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