tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381690368761522442.post5310445334825526258..comments2023-09-11T12:09:22.376-04:00Comments on There Was a Star Danced...: ExquiseCadencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16595582483581688897noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381690368761522442.post-47311126769764296702008-02-14T16:05:00.000-05:002008-02-14T16:05:00.000-05:00hmmmm... at times I worry that I "might" be more t...hmmmm... at times I worry that I "might" be more than a little crazy. I definitely have OCD tendencies, and I often have different ideas that cross my mind. I believe though that these "crazy things" make me who I am. Would I still be Franny if I didn't blurt out some off the wall where the world did that come from statement every once in a while? I would absolutely bore myself to sleep if I didn't have the little random thoughts that are constantly popping into my slightly disturbed mind. As long as I'm not hurting anyone, and I am able to realize that some of the things I'm thinking or may want to do are not always the best ideas, I think I'm actually doing alright. Nobody's perfect. The one's that act and believe that they are usually end up being the scariest of all. So, I live for the small victories... every time I want to go back downstairs, for the 10th time in as many seconds, at 1am, to make sure the door is indeed locked, and I only allow myself to go down 3 or 4 times... I feel I've won a small victory. Having "something wrong with us" is a gift that allows us to have something to fight, feel alive, overcome and end up stronger than when we began. Being able to see those things about ourselves and striving to control them (or set them free depending on our mood) is simply the act of living life.Notevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08728886404161170782noreply@blogger.com