Sometimes.
On those mornings, I cudgel my brains for what I've done differently, and I never have an answer.
It's on a morning such as this, that I take my accustomed place at the coffee house and tackle my journals and correspondance. (I also fall down social media rabbit holes, but let's not go there right now.)
Perhaps it's my energetic aura that draws a young woman to stand by my table.
"May I interrupt you?" she asks, as I look up quizzically from the webs I've been weaving.
"I want to be like you when I'm older."
I swallow my befuddlement at this, and manage a grin.
"Be careful what you wish for!"
(Gawd, she has no idea...)
She says something about being on an eccentric path already.
Great. I'm exuding eccentricity as well.
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