Yesterday, someone at work told me she thought I was an "old soul." Is it the knitting? the baking? the letter writing?
The whole concept of having past lives is pretty far fetched, but how might one feel if they thought they did have a soul much older than their body?
It was rather a nice compliment, and it got me to thinking plenty about it....what say you?
Also, I'm working a night shift, so I'm rather sleepy and have lots of time to let my mind do a lot of wandering. That might be where this deep thinking is coming from. Maybe.