I didn't see the movie that line comes from in theaters, I didn't scribble it on battered high school notebooks, and I most certainly didn't find a way to decorate my cap with it at graduation. (Don't ask, it might just be a University of Florida thing)
Unfocused, flighty, dreamer, a mild case of ADD-- I have been called all of them and then some, and I can only come to this conclusion. If it isn't the fairytale that I want, I at least want the way that they make me feel. My husband, my family, my friends, my cat, my job, my hobbies and the books I read have all been collected for some bit of *sparkle* that they add to my life. Some new way that they make it shine. And I treasure them all for it. I might throw myself headlong into situations, I might not look down before it is too late, and sometimes I might be very not like the painter and add one brushstroke too much -- say more than I should.
I have traveled only slightly from home to make my own way (just about six hours), and I brought my husband with me. We seem to have alternating pangs for our roots, and I do admit to missing the smell of salt in the air. Once a Florida girl always a Florida girl I suppose.
But above all things I believe home and life is what you make it, what you are willing to bring to it, and what you are willing to lose. I have many lovely, wonderful, treasured people around me, and I am not willing to lose a one.
This journal is most definitely a work in progress...