I've not been one to stay between the expected lines in life. Didn't become a teacher. Didn't marry my high school boyfriend. Didn't stay close to home or even very close to my home country (other than closely connected to my family there). Didn't work every year once I started (took a year off when I was 40')!
I didn't even mean to do all those things. They just happened one day at a time while I was figuring out who I am as a person and trying to find kindred spirits along the way.
Yet there is one time I will stay between the lines. Times like these:
On Friday it was 90 degrees F or more here (i.e. 34 degrees C). If you stood in the sun for one minute, sweat poured down your skin. You couldn't wear few enough clothes.
Notice how everyone here is standing within the shadow lines at the tram stop. There wasn't any room for me between the lines; so, I stopped about 10 seconds to take this photo. Then I squeezed in beside the woman in the white top.
I'm having one of my best ever summers. Not just from hot sunny weather, but also enjoying being outside normal business lines again as my studio is teaching me about creativity - and has shown me a few kindred spirits in the process.
I stood there thankful for the thin shadow line as I waited to go meet one of those kindred souls, thinking how good it can be to learn when to stay in the lines and when to cross a few.
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