This is the story of my imperfect journey; my quest to do the right thing. I’m a big believer in Karma, in reaping what is sown.
It’s not easy being me. Sometimes it’s rewarding, usually it’s entertaining, often it’s aggravating, and occasionally it’s downright painful. This isn’t the story of a saint, an evangelist, a guru with all the answers. This is the story of a middle aged woman with an acid tongue, control issues, a sarcastic wit, and a laundry list of things that annoy me.
I’m trying to be the best me I can be. I try to find the silver lining. I try to learn lessons from my mistakes. I choose to share my experiences, in hopes that my successes and failures, my observations and epiphanies, my joys and my sorrows, will sprout some goodness or knowledge or understanding for someone else.
I’m the Karma Farmer. Welcome to my world.
I feel, after reading the above, that you might be the child I didn’t know I had.
Genetically, re: our outlook on life, and our fire, we could both be blonde and fair and look like we might have come from Europe.
Without Karma we would be defenseless …. but we are survivors. We care about the underdog and we probably would defend them to the death.
“I am ‘woman’ hear me roar”…comes to mind.
I know I’m not popular, but I’m effective. Sometimes we forgo the congeniality, and we choose all the things ‘Wonder Woman’ stood for.
We are sisters … and I am pleased you put into words, what I could not.