Now that I’m half-way through my life it’s obvious that this question – “Who am I?” – eventually demands an answer. I’m still not sure, but I do know that ultimately it’s not a question of how others define you. Rather, life’s a journey to define oneself.
I’ve been around all types of women and men; failures & successes; independent survivors & consummate team players; selfish and selfless; the “Good Guys” and the “Bad Guys”. I’ve watched in awe as the weakest of men looks into a mirror and sees William Wallace or Casanova staring back at him. Amazing. I’ve also seen amazing women – gifted in strength, character, intellect, charisma – look into their mirror and see, for some reason, a person staring back who doesn’t measure up. Again, amazing. So rather than tell you what I think I am according to me, we can just get to know each other and you can make up your own mind.
I love the journey to find the best of life, the best in love and the greatest wealth. (And my definition of wealth may surprise you.). I’m a serendipitist and the beauties in my life I credit to simple fortune. I claim only to be an expert in observation. I’m not what you’d call “safe”. Rather, I’m reckless in friendship, loyalty and love. And I love to have fun.