The Odd Duckling
"This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore" Remember that old hymn? That song has been in the back of my mind the past few weeks. I find it popping in my head at various times on different days. Someday are worse than others....but I just feel so out of place. Yep, that's me in the middle of all the white swans. Everyone has their own paths with ups and downs. Each road has its own struggles. Yet, most of the time, I feel like the odd one out there. In a world of bi-weekly pedicures, shopping, and nice dinners out like it's nothing unusual. That is not me. It's not where I'm at. My toes get chipped, I think that I really need to paint my toes. Sometimes it gets done -- but then days become weeks while just doing life and I look down at my toes at night and think.......