...and it turned into a TERRIFYING existential excavation. I burst into tears decided to be brave. Rolling up my sleeves, I grabbed a shovel and fearlessly began to dig.
Don't get me wrong, I do love my "self". But there's no one single quality that doesn't have a "best before" date stamped on it. Also I despise the admirable qualities I possess (honesty, bravery, gung-ho) because they always land me in a heap of trouble. So in an honest effort to bravely find the gung-ho answer to the question, I peered deep into The Heart of ME....
You gotta admit, that's not an easy thing to do, right? Cuz there's nothing there! Not even a heart of gold! And that, my friend is really farking scary. And potentially dangerous.
But I did it. And I still love my "self".
My clever 13 year old daughter suggested the combustible ending. Prolly cuz I ate all that spicy food when I was pregnant with her. FYI this film took three days to make.