If thirty percent of the world is great and seventy percent of it is average (my math), then maybe being average isn't such a bad thing. I mean, there is strength in numbers, therefore I declare this a blessing.
I confidently pledge my allegiance to the seventy, at their feet i lay my fealty, because I have come to realize that I am only just average. I am average in things I enjoy: art, craft, farming, loving, caring, fellowship; I am also average in things forced upon me: discipline, responsibility, sciences, existing.
On some days, I am decent, on other days I struggle, one thing I can say about me, however, is that I am averagely consistent and consistently inconsistent.
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Quiet women and other myths: A collection of musings
PoetryI wouldn't go so far as to call this poetry (which would imply that *I* am a poet), but I can safely call this a collection of musings, thoughts and sometimes badly strung up words about anything and everything.
