i am over emotional. There is no use trying to deny it, anyone who really knows me is use to it and if you just met me it won't be long, if you stick around, until you encounter it in me. I don't mean to say that i am manic, or that i scream and rant and rave, although Bobby can attest to some of that on a rare occasion, but mostly it manifests itself in how much pleasure i get from small things...ridiculously small things like a perfect cup of tea, a beautifully written passage, the priceless look on a child's face when they are surprised or just happy. i eat that stuff up and yell for seconds. i sing loud and passionately to the music i play in my car on the way to work and more than one other commuter has wondered it i am crazy or practicing for American idol. stranger yet is i don't care anymore how strange it seems...i have come to the conclusion that it was best to just accept this part of me and go ahead and enjoy life ...even its tiny snippets of joy, because they come unexpectedly and i refuse to let even one pass unnoticed and uncelebrated. So, the next time you are driving to work and you see some weirdo talking to no one in her car...honk your horn, it might be me enjoying my favorite tune and the latest tiny pleasure my life has offered. Be safe and i wish you joy.
