The bird at the top of this page. Look at it. And for those of you reading this in Google Reader or something similar, you may have to go to my real-live blog to see it.
Okay, see the bird? Now, look at all the arrows labeling the bird. That is someone's attempt to dissect the bird.
So, I was talking to my sister the other day and we decided that we like to figure things out. Dissect things. We like to hash and analyze things until we come to a conclusion.
It's true. I do. I like to dissect. I like to dissect situations, personalities, and birds. I like to figure things out. Today, while I was doing the periodic check of my blog for comments, I figured out that the dissected bird is a symbol. It is the symbol of my blog and my life.
I'm an analyzer. A dissector. And this is my figuring-things-out blog. I think I'm going to call my sister and tell her.
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You don't know me, but I know your cousin Camille and I've been stalking your blog for a while. I love it. It's the kind of blog I want to share with everyone.
Anyway, I just had to say that I feel the same way. Figuring things out is indeed so satisfying. I also like to talk to my sisters and write as a way to pound things out and try to find some semblance of order.
Keep up the great writing, it's inspiring!
Maggie Tata
Thanks Maggie...
I love that you found my blog, because that means I have now found yours. And I feel good about that.
Laura
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