Melanie is getting Uncomfortable, finding Joy and other Magical Musings

The "experts" ask, "As a child, what did you pretend to be while playing or say you wanted to be when you grew up?" Besides pretending to be magical creatures, the only thing I remember saying is that I wanted to be a teacher. I can tell you where I was and with whom and what we were doing. It was one of those moments I forever remember. The thing is, though, that I don't want to be a teacher nor would I be a good one. I have a really fast mind and get somewhat impatient and frustrated when trying to teach things to people with a slower response time - not talking smarts, just speed of mind. Plus, if I don't pay mind to my actions while teaching, I can be a micro-manager. Nobody would want me as a teacher. Neither good nor bad, it just is what is is - I am who I am. No, what I realized is that...lets see, third grade...at about age 8, I loved being a student. I've always loved being a student. I love note books and pens, chalk boards and I love learning....

Time...It just keeps running. Like a glacial stream into an ocean, it drip drops, never stopping, always running, running, running... Even in the dead of winter when nature hibernates time keeps moving along never giving humans a break. Disregarding the advice of nature we push on against the wind and snow with only hot cocoa to guide us along the blizzard way. I remember when life didn't have so many things pushing and grabbing and now, sometimes, even biting, zinging or dingalingalinging. I remember when there were spaces in between. Moments of quiet. Moments of play. The energy was like a lazy lemonade on a sultry day...or like the stark silence of a deep white snow, big flakes falling in the glow of a street light. But now everything seems to be in a time crunch. Spaces are filled to the brim. The other day I drove away. I didn't know where I was going but I heard the big spacious mountains calling. I didn't have an agenda. My brain was tired and perfectly quiet. N...