I feel the most myself when I'm in a wide open space

I feel the most myself when I'm running.

I feel the most myself when I'm ice skating.

I feel the most myself when I'm writing or drawing.

I feel the most myself when I've just finished a novel that took a while to write, or a picture or a shawl or scarf or something crafty. Something I'm proud of. 

I feel the most myself when I'm in the garden.

I feel the most myself when I'm dancing.

I feel the most myself when I'm on the farm.

I feel the most myself when I'm with my animals.

I feel the most myself when I'm up a tree.

I feel the most myself when I daydreaming.

I feel the most myslef outside.

I feel the most myself when I play or listen to music.

I feel the most myself when I'm all alone. Especially outside.

I feel the most myself when I'm out fishing or just walking near the brook. or when I'm listening to old country classics in the hayloft.

I think I feel most myself on the rare occasions when I'm not pretending to be someone else.

When I'm just goofing off with my brothers. Not even in  necessarily nice way… we're just getting into arguments, and complaining about annoying things to each other. I know, that sounds really terrible, but it's really not for me. I guess it's like, I don't have to prove anything to them or keep my guard up. I know if I mess up big time, they will have to forgive me. It's just how it works for us. I'm not pretending to be anyone except myself. 🙂