I posted yesterday on Facebook how blessed I felt. I had been invited to join a collective group of poet’s and artists. I said that I felt like an ant in a group of giants.
A good friend pointed out that without Imposter syndrome where would we be… Politics?
That made me laugh .
I am ill suited for politics, because the only person I can lie successfully to is me.
Still I shall enjoy the time spent amongst others who bend words so pleasantly.
(btw the art is mine)
my High school sucked, but there were a few bright spots among the teaching staff. the english teacher, Mrs. Latta, was fond of cows and had a way of making you think. she assigned a journal entry to us once that i was recently reminded of. “What would you like to be remembered for?” basically, if I were to die tomorrow, what would i like to be remembered for? The only thing i could think of then kinda holds true now. I would want to be remembered for being a nice person. nothing fancy i suppose, but that is alot of who i am. I would love to say i am always nice, but i won’t lie that way even to myself. I want to be a loving mother (really a good mom, but hey you can’t always be the worlds best parent. no one can.) A gamer of high skill (yeah i know, but i can dream, can’t i?) a poet with extraordinary talent. ( ok so mediocre is more likely…) but mostly as someone who was nice and fun and occasionally talented. if nothing else it is a reachable goal. so i ask each of my friends…
What would you like to be remembered for? good or bad… just one thing you would like the world to remember about you.
Ok my angel stole my toast this morning. She has been sick all day with a sniffle. She looked at me when i said i wanted my toast back. she smiled and said that “mommy’s toast will make me better” ok so she stole my heart as well. just had to share the cuteness of the toast thief….
Pattimouse 