I have been reflecting on my life. As I have always done~too much, according to some. But who are they anyway.
In the earlier years of my life I would try to go to work. But I always hated it. Jobs were always boring, grueling, and inconvenient.
Things might have been different if I had been able to get a higher education, but I had a problem completing the lower education.
As it turns out, I have been able to achieve success. Success in my eyes. When I gave up any thought of being competitive, or doing what people expected of me and started doing what was in my heart, and BELIEVING that I could do these things, my life took off.
When I was thirty people began to call me a late bloomer. But they still thought I should get a REAL job.
When people ask me the inevitable question, “What do you do?” My thoughts go flat, like east coast waves in June. It’s just too hard to explain. But I must be good at it, because I make it look easy; this thing that I do.
All things are possible~just do it~
Fish Eye Farm 
It’s an interesting thought and perspective on what makes a life a life. Since no one can walk a mile in anyones shoes without getting blisters we must walk our own country miles and live with our choices. In the end life really becomes a hooray for me experience, hopefully-lv
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Did you look at the wikipedia definition of slacker? That’s me~uncontrollable.
I love my life. Thanks for the comment.
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Reblogged this on Let Go Like Water and commented:
#29 – some one mentioned this pic to me recently. It’s from way in the past. When the walk to the Rivermouth was an everyday thing – it was our backyard. It’s best to be uncontrollable.
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