Wait. Was there ever a time I recognized it… or felt self-conscious about it?
I’ve always been soul deep, but not so sure I ever thought about it. Or worried about it.
(Like my brown eyes. I’d say my brown hair, but it hasn’t actually been brown in a very long time.)
At lunch with a writer-girlfriend the other day (ok, a while back) I was telling her that someone had asked me,”Why do you have to write about this stuff? Why can’t you just live life?”
My friend started laughing, then we said simultaneously, “This IS life!”
Writers write. It’s what we do. Her memoir explores her relationship with her mother, who had a traumatic brain injury. It’s her life. The memoir’s deep. She’s deep.
So yeah, I do think about things. I think long, hard and soul deep. Then I write about it.
I am, after all, a writer. And a thinker.
And sometimes fu king DEEP.
Once I recognized it, I learned to love that about myself.
And the people who love me also love that about me. Or at least enjoy it. So why should I be self-conscious about it? Thinking is a gift!
Not that I don’t enjoy a good laugh or two..or 10.
I was quite flattered when a younger person I love told their significant other that I was “wise.”
Well, I don’t know about that, but I am deep. Wise and deep? They aren’t the same.
So what about you? Do you enjoy deep thinking? Or do you prefer lighter fare?
Oh, and thank you, IG friend Rebel Thriver, for the first image. If you don’t follow @RebelThriver? You should.
Also, I always loved the Box Tops song, Soul Deep. Here it is for your listening pleasure.!