Today, I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Not an “I’m tripping out on opium” sort of feeling, but I feel like I relate to her. I don’t know where I fit in the world. I don’t want to do my lessons. I want everything to be more exciting and adventurous. I give myself very good advice and I very seldom follow it. Cue pencil faced birds and the Cheshire cat. I am part impulsive, part adventurous, and part frightened. My imagination often runs away with me. (I even once had a pet named Dinah.)
I want my life to be colourful itself and full of colourful creatures. I want to play croquet with the Queen of Hearts. I want to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
But Alice did get herself into an awful lot of trouble.