Lost At Sea

Lost At Sea  

How come we know who we are when we're children, but as we grow, we coast like ships without a compass far out to sea, losing ourselves into the society or situation in which we're born?

Sometimes, late at night I wonder if I lost my memory, how I would know who I was, and why I’m alive. I have clear memories of early childhood. In fact, there are times when I believe I knew myself well in the first decade of my life, lost myself in my twenties, and then spent my thirties searching for my authentic self- Because somehow I forgot who I was to begin with- 

Tuesday's Question- Do you remember your first kiss?

Hello everyone. It's time for A Nice Place In The Sun's 'Tuesday's Question.' 

Are you ready? If not, put your thinking cap on...come on, if I can remember, you can.

Here's the story of my first kiss:  

I remember mine, which is amazing, because most of the time I can't even remember where I left my reading glasses. Anyway, I was in the sixth grade, and I had a huge crush on a boy who I can actually remember, but I do not want to post his name. Our classroom had what they called a 'Reading Center,' away from our desks, somewhere in the back of the classroom. This where I spent most of my time, regardless of what else was going on in class. I haven't the slightest idea why our teacher let me get away with spending the year away from my desk, in the 'Reading Center,' but I'm glad he did.

Saturday's Favorite Movie Moment

I cannot believe it's already Thursday, or is it? Maybe my computer will let me know. (of course it depends on what mood HE is in.) I'm just kidding. (I do not want to offend my thousands of male readers) To be honest, I love men, although there are times when I haven't the slightest idea why. If you are a male you can turn my phrase,

or word, to female.

I''m writing a better post at the moment, so I beg for your patience, just in case anyone remembers I'm still here. :)  Thanks to all of you who do remember me, and have taken the time to comment.


Oh yeah, don't forget to let me know what song is in your head today.  Just roll down a let and you'll see the song in my head today posted. You can let me know by commenting on this post. Thank you again.

I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa of My Hair!

            

I woke up this morning traumatized by my reflection in the mirror. Everything about my face is the same, but my hair is a different color. I have the beginning of old lady hair- Well actually, a few silver grays mixed with a multitude of blonde colors or dark blonde, or what some people refer to as "dirty blond,"- The latter being one of my favorite descriptions for light brown hair.-

Anyway, after I blocked my reflection out of my mind, I stepped into the shower, and started singing,

" I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa Of My Hair", from the movie classic, South Pacific, thinking of an ancient relationship.