So I'm sitting and thinking

And yes, I know that I've already rambled for 15 minutes, but I need more today.

I spend a bit of time reading blogs - it is my way of exploring - from food to writing to ideas to images of places I haven't been yet (which has changed a little from places I'll never go because I'm discovering that I'm not a terrible traveler and that, although I love home most of all, I'm not scared of exploring, either). Sometimes I read these amazing thoughts of people and it makes me feel 2 inches tall because I'm not a deep woman, I'm not incredibly witty or fascinating in that breaktaking sort of way.

I mean, honestly, I'm clever and busy and I have that home-grown, common-sensical bent which has its place, but there are times I want to be sauve and sophisicated and practically perfect and it grates that I can't. Because you know, I'm really, honestly, just who I am and 95% of the time, I love that, and even the other 5% of the time I'm practical enough to know that I'd hate me if I was like that.

But there's always a bit of you that wants desperately to try to be someone else for a little bit, isn't there?

I suppose that's why I write.

And, if I'm honest, I suppose that's why I write people that are down-to-earth, cracked, not incredibly sophisticated and incredibly polished, isn't it?

Because, when you get down to brass tacks, I read about those amazing, cosmopolitan people, but I don't love them and I don't wrap them under my skin and breathe life into them.