Kipling and character
As I was washing the dishes this evening I found myself reflecting on character. Never mind how I got there, it was a mental journey from recent time spent with old friends to friends I no longer see to old boyfriends and their habits to why people come in and out of our lives to why we are who we are.
In the midst of this morass of reminiscence, I remembered the Just So stories. If I was to define myself by the stories, I would be both the Elephant’s Child (possessed of insatiable curtiosity) and the Cat Who Walks by Herself.
Who would you be?