I've been going through my pictures from the past couple of years (hence this blog) and found this one from a trip to Seattle I made just around a year ago. I was visiting one of my favorite families (from my short stint in China) with three of the sweetest, most innocent kids in the world.
It's strange how you feel like a different person with different people. I think I like myself better around them--I'm who I fancy myself to be on the best of good days. It helped that the kids were so endearing and joyful and that the parents were so admirable in many ways. It helped, too, that they reminded me that I'm not always tired and sarcastic.
There's life outside of marketing.
Hi, Zachary!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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You articulated that well, the feeling of being different with different people. Sometimes I feel like a fraud or at the very least, bipolar.
ReplyDeleteMove to Blogspot so I can follow you, Sandy!! I need my daily dose of Sanecdotal fun.
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