I was just reading cjane and her latest post. It mostly dealt with charity. I loved this comment, "Perhaps my details are less clear because this process has taught me the value of charity. When you really care for someone you come to a point where all is yours, mine, ours. As in, what is yours to love, is mine to love, mine to love is yours to love."
I was thinking lately about my husband telling me I have no personal space and frankly I don't allow it to anyone who comes near me (this happened to be a funny conversation about someone else that made a u-turn back to me. anyway...). I have no secrets (since I published that last post). We were watching the DaVinci Code a couple of nights ago and it prompted Jason to ask me, "Can you know something and not tell it?" I can't. Don't tell me anything important. I think you all probably know that by now. I had to clarify to Jason that I have secrets, but if you tell me something I must stand very close to someone else and tell them. (ooooh, that hurts to say out loud, but of course, I must tell it. And lean in a little closer, there's more)...
I don't think I'm a gossip (gosh, am I?) I just like to share. Doesn't matter what it happens to be about. I don't do it for a rise...I'm not a drama queen (or am I?). I don't think I'm either. I honestly believe the above quote. I have a "yours, mine, ours" feeling about most everything in my life. I consider myself at home all the time. I've probably done it at your house.
I once walked into my oldest/dearest friend Diane's house and after staying for SEVERAL hours thought, "Maybe I wore out my welcome." I only thought of that after I'd ate all her food and spoke to her kids as if they were my own and asked to borrow some scrubs to lay around on her couch in. But as I said, she's the oldest/dearest friend and she's probably used to it after 15 years.
Sarah can't really count because she's way to much like me in this respect. I couldn't ask her, she'd tell me I'm perfectly normal.
Nobody has told me off about it. Maybe I'm not as bad as I think, but I've become so aware of myself lately that I am slightly self-concious about my actions. Don't get me wrong, I'm still sharing up a storm, laughing too loud, and punching the arms that I put within a couple of inches of me. I just want you to know that I know and I guess you could say I'm working on it, or better yet, working it out in my own brain. So don't get too excited about seeing a change in me.
This has taken a sharp turn from where cjane's post was going, but I just thought I'd share this with you (and anything else I kn0w).
