I Am Me

The water flows to the left and it has my attention. I've just launched my kayak in a new lake. The main lake is to the right, and there seems to be a smaller, quieter area of the lake to the left. It's what you would call the backwaters. Growing up on the backwaters, I've always found them to be peaceful. Let's check it out.  Gliding, paddling, gliding, my dog and I are slowly approaching to the left. There is a sound of running water. Seriously, what can that be? Are there people in the distance? Lily pads to the slight right so I can't go that way. Straight ahead it looks like the ending of the backwaters. We keep going towards the channel. The bridge up top with a busy roadway, and there is a small channel that goes under the bridge. No way! My boat is the perfect size. "Addie, let's go!"  Paddling, getting stuck, pushing with the paddle on the bottom of the channel, back to paddling, darkness in the tunnel, looking up with the rumbling of the cars...

 If I told you what I've seen, heard, and experienced, you wouldn't believe me. It tends to go against conventional beliefs. You'd probably say "she's crazy" and "ignore her!" So, "crazy?" Maybe. I'm a creative, and all true creative people tend to have an element of crazy in them! Ignore her? Maybe, if you want. But if you're looking for a truly inspiring story- something different from the rest- then read on and maybe, just maybe, you might learn something that you haven't learned before.  To give an idea of crazy: I'm not even from Washington D.C. I stepped off the metro, moved into my new location (which consisted of dropping my two bags in the apartment), and went outside to explore my new city on a Sunday afternoon. Within a matter of five minutes, I had someone stop me and ask for directions because they swore I was a D.C. local who knew my way around town. I admitted I was new in town, they begged for directions, and...