grown ups don't have to share

I think it would have been a lot easier to share my toys when I was growing up had I only known that at some point in my life, I wouldn't be required to share. Sometimes I'm tempted to let my kids in on the secret...but they are really good sharers, and I don't want to press my luck. Plus, there are really good lessons that come from sharing, and I don't want them to miss out. Here I am...36 years old...and I'm still learning. I have learned, through this new blogging endeavor, that sharing has quite a few rewards. Because of what others have shared with me, I have been inspired and freed to want to share, myself. By what I have then shared, I have been let in on someone else's secret thoughts and dreams. And, of course, the love you share seems to come back to you ten-fold. Some things are easy to share...like your jacket, half of your lunch...we do it without a second thought or regret. And yet other things...it's too hard...and we don't have to share if we don't want to...but like I said before, I'm still learning. So while I might not be ready to share the ice cream hidden in the freezer in the garage...or my shortbread cookie from Panera...I will continue to share here. Thank you for letting me share my thoughts...my dreams...my mind's wanderings.