I look like a fifties housewife today. I bet Joan Cleaver would be applauding my outfit.
It's cute, though!! A nice big puffy black and white flowered tea-length skirt and a black shirt, and a string of fake pearls. They're really long pearls. It's cute. I know it.
And I'm listening to oldies. The perfect combo!!
It's been relatively a good day. I went grocery shopping today for the first time in ages. It's good to have money to spend on whatever. And it's almost Easter. I like Easter.
Except I think I might be a pagan. I don't know if I am, I know it takes a lot of thought and deciding. It's just, I find so much more beauty and sense in nature, and wildlife, and the seasons and growing and all of those things. I just don't... I don't know. I'm not really thankful about a higher power. I'm more thankful for birds outside my window, and buds on the trees, and plants growing in the garden... Maybe I'm a hippie.
I think I am a hippie in soul. And heart. Well DUH, just about ALL of my friends would probably agree that I AM a hippie in heart and soul, or at least the ones that know me well. I think I was born in the wrong era.
That's okay. I can make up for that. I can live the free, Bohemian, hippie, earthy/flower child in this time and age. I don't care if it doesn't really fit in... I'm happy with that. Most content.
I still don't know if I believe in God. It doesn't seem that important. I believe in music, I believe in art, poetry, literature, and nature. That's what I believe in.
I believe in me. And man.
And that might be good enough.
~Anne
PS This was one hell of a piecey article!!!!!!