The Fast Life

Well hello you and how are we today? I say to myself in the mirror almost every single morning. She knows who I’m talking about that girl that is inside my brain. For most of my life I have called her stupid. I know it sounds positively insane to call the girl in my head stupid. However, we all know that is really just me trying to understand why I seem to pick the hardest hill to climb every single time.

For the girl inside my head has saved me countless times.

She knew before I did what I was going to do.

She knew before I did what I was going to say.

She knew before I did that I would never walk away.

She knew to just let me jump and fall because she knew I would.

I have pushed the limits my entire life and done whatever I could at best to try every single thing at least once. Most people would have called me a dare devil. Someone easily swayed to try just about anything. (within my moral standards of course)

Now, I realize after so many years of literally falling straight on my face with black eyes, busted lips, fracturing and breaking bones, knocking myself out cold. For the record, please could anyone tell me who knocks themselves out?

Did you know that it is actually possible to break your muscle? Take it from me yes you can!

Now, having been this way my entire life it is lucky for me the world could see my complete and total oblivion. Yes, lucky for me some friendly monsters began to take notice of my interesting ways and decided to take me under their wings.

For most of the people in my life this was probably not the very best place for me to be. Of course remember now, I’m the dare devil who will scoff at danger and even welcome it. I must keep moving ever so fast. My life had not been fulfilled in my plight to go faster and feel somehow bigger. I still have the drive and ambition it takes to set the highest heights for me. Have I learned my lesson? Are you kidding? I clearly never will, but I’m hoping that this might shed some light for you.

Be happy with who you are and be proud to know that you are shaping the future for the next century and try to set your own personal goals just a little higher each and every time you set out to try something new. We are born to learn and pass it on to the next generation. Did we forget that?

They made stupid part of me and little more observant. Teaching me to be patient and to be more thankful for the breathe of life that I had. To respect myself enough not to jump without the parachute. I can’t even think to tell you of just how many times that I have literally done exactly that.

The world will call me crazy and I honor the term, it’s better than being called stupid. Now, you think this might end our story, for me and stupid, but really it was our beginning.

Having found a new respect for me, myself and I and sat down and cried and cried and cried. This is where I began to question those who call others crazy. The clinical definition of crazy is: not mentally sound: marked by thought or action that lacks reason.

You mean to tell me that if I laugh out loud I’m crazy?

You mean to tell me that if I cry out loud I’m crazy?

What if I sing out loud when no one else is? Okay, maybe that is a little crazy. To be perfectly candid, I do it all of the time! Sing whenever you feel the urge or the need or the passion at that moment. I’ve figured out now I’m definitely not crazy.

I am unpredictable in a sense where I enjoy to just jump sometimes, or become completely infatuated with someone for just one kind word, or act totally erratic when my feelings are hurt, or dress unusually in my own clothes that I have made and even become obsessed when I know I’m on the right track.

You can say that definitively all of those things could make someone seem a little crazy but you will never know until you take that leap or just step in their shoes for only one day.

When you meet that person you have in there please be sure to say hello for me and me and me!!

For Gramma Kaye