Philosofee

Hi rrrrrrrrrrrrrreaders. I believe in multiple letters being put in words. It's enriching. My first sentence really emphasizes the importance of reading? And...that...I love the letter R obviously because it starts my first and last name. Hm.
I did something risky yesterday. I went to a documentary about hunger called "A Place at the Table". It was very informative. I've heard a lot about hunger issues in America, and this reinforced what I already knew and added some more beef my stew of knowledge.
But that's not what was so risky.
I downloaded the Tinder app on my iphone.
I guess I'm another one of those shallow people you might know? Or not know? But at least this site/app/program-that-lives-in-outer-space-somewhere shows you people you have friends in common with, and to me that feels a little safer than someone I meet on the intraweb that I don't have a single silky webby strand in common with? That's my reasoning anyhow. And it's fun! A lot more people seem to use it than other sites, probably because it's fast and it's kind of like a game. The game of love! That I hate!!!! It's so funny seeing some people's pictures. Men riding their motorcycle on the beach with the sun setting behind them. Pu-lease!
So THAT was exciting.
I've also been thinking a lot about choice lately. I've just been thinking about the importance of being able to put my whole heart into something. I'm glad that I have been given so many choices in my life. Each choice (well, the bigger ones. Not like, do I want mac-n-cheese for dinner? Not that I ever eat mac and cheese because I do not. Except sometimes! But rarely.) forces me to search within myself and helps me grow my heart. Choices really help us discover who we are I think. Even though they are hard. But we grow when we make them. I suppose even small choices of character. Perhaps especially those. It's been interesting to think of all this and I've excited about it. I really really hate choices. I am super indecisive. Does that mean that I am still figuring out who I am? Or can I know who I am at the core and still be indecisive? Perhaps discovering who we are is a lifelong process. I don't know. Definitely something to think about/ask older and wiser folk about.

Oh, thoughts!