I'm Not Normal!

I'm not normal! 

This is something that I've known for quite some time but hadn't accepted until recently. I dream of flying and soaring through the open sky. I yearn to be free and alive in all aspects of my life; to drink fully and completely from this cup called knowledge. 

I'm not normal! 

Instead of coasting through the years and watching every minute become and hour and every day become another, I want to make an impression in those seconds. I want to leave behind a legacy of fulfillment. I want my future, yet to be born offspring, to inherit a world of acceptance, of opportunity and of love. I want my every mistake, my every hardship, my ever lesson learned to count for something. I want my life to count for something. I want to be unforgettable.

I'm not normal!

I refuse to leave this world having not seen my name in lights; having not made a difference in at least one life; having not learned that some things are beyond my control and having not accepted that without God I am nothing. I won't be content until my dreams become a reality and my conscience my guide.  I won't be content with half a mind; with half a dream; with half love. I won't be content until I see me. I want completeness. I want wholeness. I want life. 

I'm not normal!

Signed Your Conscience...

Gray Haired Bandit!

I'm approaching a major milestone in my life. You see, I'm getting ready to leave another decade behind and I have to admit I'm a bit nervous. Not about the increased responsibility or any of the really real "grown up" stuff but about the physical changes that take place. Now I know a lot of people (they have a few screws loose) who as they get older look forward to the impending gray hairs, the fine lines and wrinkles and all of the other "nuances" that come with aging. I on the other hand am not one of "those" individuals. I remember when I found the first gray hair, I freaked out. Not just because it was there but because it had the nerve and audacity to insert itself dead in the middle of my center part. This lone hair didn't say "let me grow somewhere less conspicuous", NO, this fool came and brought along company without asking me first. I now have seven grays taking up prime real estate on my part and they're refusing to adhere to the eviction notice I sent them . I've tried tweezing them (don't do that, they bring back up when they return), trimming them, tried different oils and conditioners all to no avail... yeah yeah yeah, I know I could color them but I don't feel like it. Why should I be inconvenienced because they don't know how to act? And besides, coloring is messy so I'll be delaying that until I can't anymore. My brush with "Old man time" made me think about one of "those" people I mentioned earlier.