I've always had this theory that there's no one like me out there. This is not in the boasting, "aren't I great" way. On the contrary, it's more like wondering "what's wrong with me that there's no one else like me?"

When I was in Turkey, I could use that as an excuse. Surely, there would be more people like me in the United States. College would do the trick for me. After all, people came from all over the world to go to college. Well college came and went, New York came and went, and I never met anyone who made me feel like I wasn't a complete anomaly of a human being.

Until yesterday.

I was at my first ever scrapbooking event and the speaker went on and on about her life, her approach to things (including scrapping) and I couldn't stop thinking how she was a kindred spirit to me. The funny thing is, on the surface, I've met many others who seem to be much more similar to me: people who love computers, books, writing, or anything else I like to do. But this woman, she felt like she was similar to who I am and not what I do.

To be honest, I don't even know if she really is. I've only heard her give a speech and maybe chatted with her for 30 minutes. We may have almost nothing in common. But the few words she mentioned were exactly what I've said/felt at times and that's all I needed to hear for this "aloneness" to disappear. And pooof! it went.

Amazing how great it feels to let go of something I've been carrying around for over twenty years.