The other night my mom was teasing me about something I've mentioned on my blog from time to time. No big deal really, in fact she probably has no idea what I'm referring to, but it made me pause and wonder if maybe I'm too much of a dork (a.a.h.) to be left alone with something as personal as a blog. I can't be trusted people. I'll always be me. I'll always tell the stories that I want to tell and mention things (albeit eyebrow raising) that go with those stories. Can't help it. Just can't. I like stories. I like sharing stories. I LOVE the human experience and I don't mind talking about my piece of that experience.
Then, as if to let me know that I'm okay, I had an interesting dream that night.
In my dream I was painting a large warehouse wall in bold colors and patterns (somewhat like the playroom walls I painted in my Gilbert house). It was a large project so others came to volunteer their help. As we walked across a field toward the warehouse, one of the volunteers looked at my painting and said, "Oh you shouldn't paint like this. You need to cover all of those bright colors up with something normal."
But instead of being saddened by this or worrying about being a dork (a.a.h.) I looked that man in the eye and with bold indignation told him, "No, I don't want it to be normal. I like these colors."
So there you have it, one of the most important lessons in this the human experience, LEARNING TO LIKE OUR COLORS.
And, even though the joke might be on me...
That's exactly what I'm trying to do.