I took one of those personality tests today, and found out I'm somewhat rare.
Anyway, they had all kinds of tests to take, and I figured I could waste a lot of time there, but time is something I didn't have this morning, because I volunteer in JH's class on Wednesday mornings.
I would have to wait until I got home to figure out what animal I'll be reincarnated as, or what planet I'd be in the solar system. (I didn't actually see that test, but you know it has to be there.)
As I was leaving the class, the teacher handed me a bunch of the most gorgeous irises I've ever seen in my life.
Are they not the most exquisite things you've ever seen?
As I walked the half mile home, I felt like a beauty queen, just carrying them. And I got to thinking about what kind of flower I'd be. I definitely wouldn't be these. I'd aspire to be these, but I'm just not tall enough, or mysterious enough, or passionate enough to be these irises. At least not on the outside.
I'd have to settle for being this rose.
It's kind of different, and quirky and peppy and beautiful in it's own funky way. I'd be happy being this rose. I really would.
But, still. On the inside of my stripedy rose body beats the heart of a dark purple iris.
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