i'm me i'm me i'm me
Susan has a wonderful post about wonder. It makes me think of being a kid on a family trip and passing through a little town in the dark and looking into all the lighted houses and imagining the lives being played out behind the windows. Or, driving through Chicago and peering into the other cars and thinking What's going on in their universe?
I still do that sometimes when I'm driving down the road.
Another thing I remember doing on trips more than other times was wallowing in the whole crazy idea that I'm me. I would say it to myself over and over I'm me I'm me I'm me. I could really freak myself out with this notion of actually being myself.
Maybe it sounds ridiculous, but it's kind of a strange fact to ground yourself in. This is my face I am behind, these are my thoughts, they belong to no one else. I am Laura. I am me. I can't be anyone else if I want to be, and no one can be me. Everyone else is looking at the world through their face with their thoughts. It's trippy.
Late at night I can still get that child-like sense of wonder about the simple fact that I. am. me.
