A long time ago … far too long, all things considered … there was a young girl born to a young couple and …
You don’t want to know all that much about me?
Then how about this …
Picture a little girl … with curly curly dark brown hair … crossed eyes … flat chested … and tender hearted.
Add three parts life. Corporate. Marital. Children.
Add two parts time.
Subtract two and a half parts life. No Corporate. No Marital. Children … but at a distance.
Add three more parts time.
Add and subtract at will several parts life, death, joy, sadness, love, heartbreak … and weight …
And you are left with me.
When I speak to groups and share my life story, it usually includes great amounts of laughter. And several instances of mouths gaping wide open. Seems there is more to me than meets the eye.
Curly grey … or dyed … hair now. Not so cross eyed. Not remotely flat chested.
Hard on the outside. Still tender hearted on the inside.
And somehow the eternal wearer of rose colored glasses.