The air starts to cool, the hours of the night crawl on, the hum of the fan is consistent in it’s rhythm, the faint buzz of the computer modem fades in and out of the background and though it seems as if my day is coming to an end the noises of the forest are only just awakening.  I ponder the events of this day and carefully map out the events to come tomorrow.  It’s not as if I have a million things to plan, it’s simply, that I am forgetful.  If I do not have my list my thought processes become scattered and I waste precious moments constantly walking back and forth with every intention to accomplish something yet the faintest idea of what that something is.  I’ll get to where I wanted to be to do whatever I set out to do than I’ll stand there asking myself, “Now why am I here? What was I supposed to do?”  Just a case of scatter- brains.  Is that even a word?  I do that from time to time, make up my own words, that is.  You know, when you just can’t seem to find the right word?  Anyway I’m jumping around again. Where was I going with this?  Oh yes, exactly!  My lists! My “lists” to someone who’s never seen them before would look terribly long and tedious although half of my list is usually the same as half of the list I had yesterday and the day before.  They’re just everyday chores that must be carried out. More like a routine that’s part of my day.  I never thought I would be the type of person that makes lists, perhaps, it comes with age.  Not that I’m old or anything.  I’m about to make thirty in a few more months but that’s too young to claim Alzheimer’s as an excuse.  It’s plain and simply forgetfulness or selective short term memory loss. 

  I’ve had many roles as a person in my short twenty-nine years and just like everyone else, every experience I’ve had has shaped and created the person I am now.  I think it’s a good thing.  “Who are you?” you’re probably saying to yourself.  My answer?  I’m just an ordinary girl with many dreams, little worries, and a big heart.  I’m the type of girl that fears almost nothing and loves everything good. I try my hardest to find the good in everything, place, and everyone.  My motto is, Find the good in everything, if you look hard enough and take the time it’s there for you to find.  Real cliche right?  Well, I know it sounds corny. But imagine if you found the good in everything, it would be very difficult to be sad, mad, upset, depressed, etc.  I’d rather not have those feelings.  I don’t know about you.  I’m not saying I don’t have them either.  I’m just saying those feelings try to go on vacation as long as they can and I don’t mind.  I’ve learned not to fight reality but to bend with it and in this realization and understanding I am able to create and spread happiness everywhere I go, in everything I see, touch, hear, taste, and smell even.