364 days after I was born, in the very same city where I was born, my friend Maya was born. It took us over 30 years to find each other, despite our proximity, but it wasn't long after we met that we discovered our birthplace was only the beginning of our similarities. We both grew up loving stationary and detesting school. We both left school early and married young. Fortunately, we both chose our mates well. We're both autodidacts, over-thinkers, designers, Avalonians at heart, and procrastinators (but that's only because we work best under self imposed pressure). But perhaps our most important similarity was revealed by her answer when I asked her why I found it so difficult to converse with my neighbors at a party, but couldn't stop talking when we got together:
"It's because we're both hermits who would rather be at home with our family than anywhere else."
She understands us so well. And she has the smartest answers to my deepest questions. When I asked her how she felt about photoshopping pictures, she said, "I think it's fun."
And it is. It's not an ethical dilemma, a matter of conscience, it's just fun. Maya is fun. And she loves cross processing.
Today is her birthday. Tomorrow is mine. She gave me the sweetest gift: a post on her website about me and my home and how she sees all of it. In doing so, she answered another of my questions: How do other people see me?
Maya sees me. Way rite. Happy birthday Maya!