Today, I had one of those moments when something dawns on you. For me, it was today while I was hacking at my face with my razor, trying to shave. I haven't shaved my face or really been great on the upkeep of my personal appearance as of late, a byproduct of not looking in the mirror.

I'm not a mountain man, despite my previous appearance.

Anyways, as it goes, while cleaning the razor I realized what color was coming in on my beard on some patches, the traditional Buechel red beard. When I look at my family, I seem out of place, and a lot different from them. I don't act like them, I'm not interested in the same things, etc. Don't get me wrong, they're still my family and I'm bound to them, I just don't seem to 'blend in' with them. Seeing the little genetic traits like the red facial hair made me smile and realize that yes, I am a Buechel and I can't run from it no matter how much I seem to want to.

It seems as of late I've been having quite a few "I am" this or that kind of moments. I have a feeling it is the result of my wandering aimlessly in the past few years of my life. "Not all who wonder are lost" is a phrase that comes to mind, but in my case, I really have been lost. And I'm getting myself out of that position, and starting to get my bearings. In a sense, I'm finally growing up. Although I think my inner child would definitely refute that comment...