walking my own plank and writing about it.

 

i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.