The Ninja

Maybe I've always had a lil Ninja in me. 

It's been in recent years that I called her to the forefront and called her out by name. She has become my nickname, my handle, my inner strength, my bravery and courage .... But MOSTLY my alter ego and my tongue-in-cheek way of scapegoating all of my ridiculosity. 

Fall off the curb randomly? (which I do) I'm a Ninja!
Run into a wall face first? (which I have) I'm a Ninja!
Embarrass myself in public? (often and well)  ... Yep, I'm a Ninja.

Terrified, anxious and unsure (A LOT of the time) ... I summon the Ninja. 

Strong, sure and confident? That's me and my inner ninja. 

Stealth finely tuned assassin clad in black that can right universal wrongs and kill with my pinky toe? Depends on who you're talkin to ... 

Matters not to me. Sometimes I AM a ninja. And sometimes I'm just a girl in her sweatpants cozied up in a blanket, sipping her coffee with all manner of strange, peculiar, random, colorful, sparkly thoughts running around in the dangerous neighborhood that is my mind .... 

Sometimes I like to share those things. More often than that I love when others share their sparkly thoughts with me. ESPECIALLY if it involves food and coffee. 

All inner ninjas welcomed and encouraged.