South Maui Beaches

South Maui Beaches

I have a secret. Actually, it's not much of a secret for those who know me well, but it is a fact that some who don't might find curious. I'm afraid of open water. More specifically, open water in which the depths can't be discerned by the naked eye. I think this is because I have a seriously overactive imagination. I can work myself into quite a frenzy by shutting my eyes and letting my mind wander. A bit of a problem when I was a small child, I know relish this aspect about me. I am perfectly capable of keeping the monsters at bay and it's easy to entertain myself in hum drum situations. I love my imagination.

Beginning

Beginning

In 7th or 8th grade, home economics was a required class. One of the projects required was an awful, blasted sweatshirt that would try to take the title of Bane of My Existence. As a class, we reviewed how the sewing machine worked and studied the meaning of pattern markings. We learned about the wretched task before being set loose to work at our own speed. I watched as, one by one, my classmates completed their garments. Still, I sat with the too soft, cheap, obnoxious red fabric in pieces. It's not that I did nothing during our class time. I was, in fact, doing the same thing every day - beginning the project.