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My heart

I look into my heart, and feel I am a poet, and a thief and a liar.  I rarely do exactly what I say I am going to do.  I rarely follow my own plans.  I spend great amounts of time dreaming and reading, feeling.  I rarely show who I am to anyone.  I am rarely what I appear to be.  I create most of my own problems.

But I feel that the only way any of this will change, paradoxically, is if I accept that that is how I am.  You can only change from the middle, and you first have to find the middle.  That has been a challenge for me my whole life.  I live in a murky ocean, with strong, conflicting currents.  That is my natural home.

(LOL): to be suitably maudlin, let me add thundering skies above.