Apparently the consensus in our neighborhood is that Renee Lowe and I are, in fact, European. The fact that we are "quiet", play Frisbee, and have the oh-so-cosmopolitan bicycles are key factors. Oh, it could also be the fact that I sport ridiculously small swimwear with "PePe" embroidered on the backside. The irony is that we are probably among the few native Georgians in the neighborhood.
Something wonderful is happening. I am being serious. For the past year or so I've been developing this sense of love and compassion for humanity. That sounds like a really broad, general statement but it's true. I'm becoming more perceptive of others and more forgiving. I believe we're all doing the best with the hand we're given. I use these words because I don't know how else to describe this very subtle feeling. It's a swelling in the heart and a sense of well-being and contentment. Some days it borders on joy. Sure, I still get irritated with nuisances like drivers when they tailgate me or cut me off in traffic but overall, I am developing something here. Maybe my soul is expanding. I'm beginning to feel as though I'm finally a part of the human race. In the past, I've felt so aloof and misanthropic so this is strange for me. I can't exactly pinpoint when it began. I wonder if it's just part of the maturation process but I hope...