I'm unique. I'm quirky. I know it. I can be very sentimental. When others hurt I hurt. I cannot handle seeing someone in pain, my heart breaks for them.
Some days I'm just plain weird. But that's me. Love me or not, that's me.

It's been a surreal few months...a lot of loss in my life of various degrees, a lot of changes shaking the very foundation of my soul. I'm becoming more in tune to myself, my priorities, how short life can be, etc. I'm paying attention to the 'signs' and the magical coincidences life brings every day. (By the way, I do not believe in coincidences...but call them what you like.)

A dear unique friend said to me recently..."please do not lose sight of that little girl in you" ...and that comment shook me to my core. That simple comment took me on an inward journey that I needed and I became aware of some things that I had been ignoring. That journey has broken some walls down that I had let build up ... and some that I had actively chosen to reinforce with rebar.

So anyway...with that lead in...
Yesterday, it was storming horribly here. I was driving home from work and saw a huge light blue teddy bear laying beside an old country road. It was soaking wet. I became very choked up over that sight.
It kept coming back to my mind all evening. I couldn't shake the memory. Who's teddy bear was it? How did it end up laying along the side of the road, as if it had been flung from a car window? Was it flung in anger? Was it an accident? Was there a child crying somewhere missing their teddy bear? That thought made me very sad.

Tonight on the way home the teddy bear was still there. I turned around, went back and got it. I brought it home, gently rung the water out of it and am letting it dry now.

I rescued a teddy bear today and that made me feel good.

Hey, cut me some slack, this is better than another "I'm bored" thread!

I had the urge to share. I find following my urges (to some degree) and being more childlike in my behaviour freeing...I'm finding the little girl in me again.

Seeing and experiencing life through the eyes of a child is liberating.

Have you lost touch with your inner child?

{{{{ <<<< Kris >>>> }}}}


that is very sweet ~


thank you for sharing that story...

My inner child comes out to play as often as possible...

in fact, she gets to come out soon,

when my feisty four year old granddaughter


& my aspiring architect , skaterdude & video

game playing 10 year old grandson come over to visit

I think that's a great story. I believe in synchronicities. Wish I could find the child within myself...... she doesn't come out often enough.

Sounds like some stuff I had to sort through back in the 90's. It's kind of like a mid-life crisis where one questions their existence and the quality of it. Lots of books on the inner child being tended.
So, yes, I'm still a kid here.

I live in central Ohio as well and it is wonderful how honest you are within

((((Vanessa)))) Yes, you are in touch with your inner child!! Miss you!

I love that story! Sounds like something I would do I use to feel so bad when I was little for the Christmas trees in the lot that nobody bought Some of us are just a big ole walking Heart!

I'm unique. I'm quirky. I know it. I can be very sentimental. When others hurt I hurt. I cannot handle seeing someone in pain, my heart breaks for them.
Some days I'm just plain weird. But that's me. Love me or not, that's me.

It's been a surreal few months...a lot of loss in my life of various degrees, a lot of changes shaking the very foundation of my soul. I'm becoming more in tune to myself, my priorities, how short life can be, etc. I'm paying attention to the 'signs' and the magical coincidences life brings every day. (By the way, I do not believe in coincidences...but call them what you like.)

A dear unique friend said to me recently..."please do not lose sight of that little girl in you" ...and that comment shook me to my core. That simple comment took me on an inward journey that I needed and I became aware of some things that I had been ignoring. That journey has broken some walls down that I had let build up ... and some that I had actively chosen to reinforce with rebar.

So anyway...with that lead in...
Yesterday, it was storming horribly here. I was driving home from work and saw a huge light blue teddy bear laying beside an old country road. It was soaking wet. I became very choked up over that sight.
It kept coming back to my mind all evening. I couldn't shake the memory. Who's teddy bear was it? How did it end up laying along the side of the road, as if it had been flung from a car window? Was it flung in anger? Was it an accident? Was there a child crying somewhere missing their teddy bear? That thought made me very sad.

Tonight on the way home the teddy bear was still there. I turned around, went back and got it. I brought it home, gently rung the water out of it and am letting it dry now.

I rescued a teddy bear today and that made me feel good.

Hey, cut me some slack, this is better than another "I'm bored" thread!

I had the urge to share. I find following my urges (to some degree) and being more childlike in my behaviour freeing...I'm finding the little girl in me again.

Seeing and experiencing life through the eyes of a child is liberating.

Have you lost touch with your inner child?

I love that story! Sounds like something I would do I use to feel so bad when I was little for the Christmas trees in the lot that nobody bought Some of us are just a big ole walking Heart!

very nice story and thanks for sharing. A reminder to me to not be so serious and let the child in me come out. thank you.

My mom gets that way sometimes.

Example- I was supposed to blow up a stuffed snow leopard toy a couple of months ago for a music video. But they never got to it (the director had no planning and took too long to get his shots- they ended up writing out my gag), and the damned thing ended up in the cab of my truck.

A couple of weeks later and I'm taking my mom to dinner. She notices the stuffed toy and asks about it. I tell her that it was for a show I was on and that I was meaning to throw the thing out.

Mom essentially freaks out and grabs the toy. For all I know, it's in her place as I speak.