Sometimes I wish I were a bird.
I know that that statement it completely ridiculous - but it's true. Can you imagine what it must be like to be a bird? Can you imagine how free you must be to spread your wings and soar through the sky, landing and living and being where ever your heart desires. It sounds glorious to me, absolutely and irrevocably glorious.
Not that I'm not happy right here, exactly where I am. Just sometimes being where you're meant to be, in the place that you feel most comfortable, can feel too...right. I have too much of a drifter's soul and I think I'd be happiest never settling in one place for long, no matter how impossibly ridiculous that is. I mean, what kind of mother and wife would I be if I constantly uprooted my family just to satisfy my lust to surround myself with change?
There is always exploration. There is always the possibility of finding something new and wonderful as close as my back yard and over the years, I've learned that although my heart often yearns to be elsewhere, elsewhere is usually closer if I'd just open my eyes and look for it.
Life is like that - right there in front of you, waiting for your eyes to come back into focus, showing you that you were looking too far ahead instead of seeing what was obvious. I like it that way sometimes though, it leaves a sort of air of mystery that leaves me wanting more. Sweet, addicting nectar that I will never sip enough of.