Seeing Max on today’s Google screen reminded me of how I make up monsters, just like in author Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are.
And my monsters do the same sort of thing as in the book, “And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.”
In fact, this morning a friend asked about one of my monstrous habits – trying to get along with people best kept at a distance.
My answer to her, “The first thing that comes to mind is I’m stirring up fear to avoid living my own life.”
Isn’t this scheme getting a little old? I could at least change it up a bit if I insist on self-destructing.
It’s almost comical to write.
What about you? Are you making up monsters to keep from living your life?
WRite wHere I’m supposed to be – As much as I’m comfortable (in a not-so-healthy way) keeping company with Max and his monsters, it’s time to grow up (even more), let go of people and fear (even more), and live my life (even more).