I is for Me

            I am. I exist, I create; I am the captain of my destiny; a destiny I choose by my actions, by my lack of planning, sometimes, or by my musing about the nature of things, obsessing with an interesting turn of phrase, a word or an idea. I is also for ideas.

            I is for irksome; willful, inconsiderate, even. I am imperfect, and fall far, far, short of the mark...

            I is for increase, which is sadly what I do, every year, layers of fat like tree rings!

            I is for imagination; I is for inspiration, for improbable, impossible-seeming things.

            I seek to find, to know, to grow. Here I am; there's no place else I can be.