Where are you peculiar?

Where are you most peculiar? I think that’s a good question for figuring out where our purpose lies, that is, where our attention lingers. That thing that we return to again and again, which occupies an unusually part of our time or space.

David called me “the most eccentric person I’ve ever met”, and what is eccentricity if not peculiarity?

This commitment to walking might qualify.

Perhaps my ledger makes me peculiar, after all, most people don’t keep track of their spending down to the penny.

How else am I peculiar?

What makes you peculiar?