Birds of a Feather

I'm so indecisive. I always have been. It boils down to feeling anxious. The pressure! The pressure! It's like favorites. I don't have many. I'll have a bunch of "top fives" or "top tens", but very few "number ones". So when I was decorating my blog, omigosh! The choices! Black? White? Pattern? Place? Birds? Photographs? What speaks to me the most? 

Originally, I had a bunch of blurred lights. Looked kind of like spotlights, gave the blog a kewl sort of vibe.  But, when I looked at it, it didn't really say 'me'. So, I changed it to birds. Birds speak to me. Birds can fly! (This just in!) I have lots of dreams about flying; I have always had a large desire to be free. Of what? I'm not sure. (And obviously, if I was a superhero, I would be able to fly.) But, I've always wanted to have that feeling and I sometimes sit at work and look out my ninth floor window and watch birds chasing each other from rooftop to rooftop. And I think, "wow.. that would be fun."

Perhaps, in another life, I was a bird.. 

You ever notice that birds of a different feather never flock together? I guess there's a reason for that cliche.. 

Magpie's never hang out with crows. Crows are mean. Half the time crows are telling magpies and other birds where to go. Meanies. 

I don't like meanness. But I guess the world wouldn't go 'round without the good and the bad. 

Now, of course there's always the chance that I'll change my background as time goes on.. I also have a tendancy to get bored and like change. Maybe they'll get new backgrounds that speak louder to me.. Something for you to stay tuned for!