Dear Friend,

The day, as my mood, is somber. The gentle tapping of the rain on the window is a persistent beat which seems to echo the randomness of my thoughts. Within this whorl of thoughts, memories and emotion, there is one of which I am truly cognizant, one within the grasp of my concious mind . . . where do I fit?

If asked to describe myself, my reply would be "someone distinct from others, very different in nature and in being, unique." Not unique as in without equivalent or unparalleled, but rather, unique in the sense of being one of a kind, not possessing enough common qualities to be included in a grouping.

At times, I feel isolated from most of womankind, having too little in common with the quintessential woman to comfortably relate to her, to accurately emulate her. But most times, I revel in my uniqueness, in the freedom it awards me to find my own way without the need to conform my nature and my soul to fit the standards of the world. Always, though, I find comfort in my aloneness where I don't fall short of normal.

That would be a good thing, right? How often do I asked this question of you? The carefree tone not withstanding, I ask in all seriousness for this distictiveness gives me no guage by which to measure myself, my actions. It would seem there is no specific slot in which I fit. I am truly a free spirit trying to find the beat of this journey, a rhythm to my life. Once I find the melody that is mine, though, I will dance through life in celebration of the uniqueness of me. I will, of course, save a dance for you.

Bn.