the old soul

It’s Wednesday!  Time for another Sluiter Nation Recruit!  Not sure what the heck that means?  Well read THIS.

Today I bring you possibly the most positive person in the blogging world.  No…in the WHOLE world: Kir of The Kir Corner.

I am fairly certain I met Kir through The Red Dress Club (now Write on Edge), but what I AM certain of is that minute she started commenting on my blog, I felt like I had a permanent cheerleader in my corner.  She is supportive and loving and it’s how I imagine having a big sister would be.

And through all that support, I traveled to her blog, and ohhhhh!  Her writing is lovely!  You are going to love it.  And then you will love Kir.  Guaranteed.


You’re an old soul.

Honestly, I’ve heard those words since I was a little girl. I could make conversation with anyone, but the truth is that even as a young person I preferred the company of the “older generation” to my own peers.

I never really hated being left with my grandmother and her friends who loved to play rummy. I would sit at the table and just listen, I would ask all kinds of questions and occasionally, even then, I would offer my opinion in a debating fashion.

This might not sound like such a bad personality trait, but when you are in your formative years the best thing to do is to try very hard to blend in. Yet, it was never really the way my brain percolated. I was dreamy, thoughtful and often airy. I used to believe it was because I was blonde or just plain silly, but now I look back and just know I was a dreamer even then. I had very little patience with rational explanations and social rules.

If I liked you, then I liked you even if no one else did. I did not like to make fun of people and those phone scams that radio stations enjoy doing; I still cringe, even today, when I feel like the “victim” of them is hurting because of it. Those first few weeks of shows like American Idol, you know that ones, the AUDITIONS where they love to poke fun at the people who can’t sing?

Yeah. I normally cry and lose my faith in humanity for an hour or so.

So it’s a miracle that I ever really found a place to belong since the social mores of teenagers rely heavily on the ability to make fun, to find fault, to tear down to build up. See the thing is that I wanted to belong at each lunch table. I enjoyed the band kids, I laughed with the musical theatre kids, I could talk about college basketball with the jocks and I was a cheerleader all 4 years. I could debate religion with the priests and nuns that taught me at my Catholic school even while I pondered the fashion of the day with the best dressed & most popular girls.

I guess the best way to explain it is that I refused to fold myself into a different box for every occasion. Instead, I did everything I could do to have something in common with you, see your point of view and hoped beyond myself that you would find it agreeable. I might walk away feeling like I failed, but never like I was ready to be anyone but who I was for you.

Like everything else, I found out that you do eventually find your path.

Why can’t I just be who I am?

Why should I try to shove myself into that box that means I am just like everyone else?

Why can’t I like Broadway musicals, be a cheerleader, run for student council and love to write too?

Why is being a deep thinker or a person who cares too much viewed as a personality flaw?

My “old soul” knows better now. It still marches to the beat of its own drummer, but it’s a melody that is the music of my life.


Katie, thank you so much for recruiting me today, for letting me be a part of your amazing world and space. Gaining your friendship, reading your words and having a sneak peek into your life this year has been such a gift to me. I am honored, humbled and so happy to “Belong” here with you.

Xo Kir  


Oh Kir, you know I love you.  It is an honor for me that you are here.  And an honor to send my lovely readers to you.

Here is just a sampling of the awesome that is Kir…

A recent gem showcasing her darling twin boys…Do You See What I See?

A beautiful small moment remembered…In a New York Minute

And a post I think represents all that Kir is to me…Remind Me

 So go enjoy some time in Kir’s Corner.  You won’t be sorry.