I spent this past Friday evening entering giveaways for trips. My dog Molly Sue spent that time sitting next to me whining and pawing for my hand so she could lick it. She’s so weird that way. Adam spent that that time hooking up speakers. He’s the hardworking one in the family. I’m not, based on the sink of full dishes.
The couple days before that evening I was feeling particularly confused. One of those moments when you’re searching out “who you are” and “what you’re doing with your life.” I eventually found my way to the chalkboard wall in our library/office (what am I kidding? It’s MY library/office. I took the place over, poor Adam) and started scrawling all over it. I’ve always loved chalkboards, except for that horrid screeching sound your fingernails make on it.
And that particular moment, when I picked up a purple piece of chalk, I found myself swept away with inspiration. I found myself writing out the quandaries and questions you don’t wish anyone to know you’re asking. And the other things I’ve realized about myself. Like,
Who am I?
What in the world am I doing?
I’m a scaredy cat.
Reality bites. You know? At least, sometimes. But at the end of all the scribbling and all the why me revelations (I can be extremely pathetic), I felt inspired, ready to once again change up how I do things. That may include this blog. It will definitely include this blog. I figure, while its in its baby stages, I can do whatever I want to make it “better.” At this point, no one is going to be offended.
So, back to the sweepstakes. We’ll see where they go. I’m convinced that I’ll land a trip to England, and since I was feeling extra broke that evening – not depressed, just broke, totally different – I thought I’d spend some time depending on the charity of large companies.