The Hawaii I got was not the Hawaii I expected. Yay!
The Hawaii I got was not the Hawaii I expected. Yay!
It would never have occurred to me to ask.
It’s amazing how different we are, deep down.
Where did this notion of perfection come from?
What right do I have to expect perfection?
What is this thing called the Christmas spirit? It sometimes eludes me.
I always walk away ever-so-slightly disappointed.
Reality and the perception thereof.
The only one who gets to hold the key to my happiness is me.
If you’re a fish, you don’t know you’re in water unless you jump out of it. That stands to reason. We humans are much more self-aware, and yet most of us don’t spend much time thinking about the fact that we’re in air. (Would that we did. We’d probably be less apt to pollute the …
The View from a Drawbridge 