Originally titled "Beyond A Quarter Life Crisis" - This blog serves an expression and public look into the life of a single (not married) twenty-nine year old female with many dreams and aspirations. Simply put, I think Im "grown", I have a career, and Im searching for that "more" that everyone keeps talking about. At 23, I thought I had reached my quarter-life crises. As thirty approaches, I've realized that that "number" may just be an introduction to a life full of these thought provoking events. Its a design... a pattern if you will. This blog will focus on the entire journey... or just my random thoughts/ tangents and how they push me along this path leading to my mysterious yet exciting destination. I welcome you to my world!
My Life's Design
Me: Thats what you had on?
Him: Yes, what's wrong with this?
Me: You are in violation of code!! Big time buddy!
Him: What are you talking about, go back to sleep!
Me: Violation! Violation!
Him: (Huffs and puffs)
Me: So if you went out and purchased a dress for me, and I wore it out with my friends first, you wouldn't be at all mad?....... Oh I guess you wouldn't know because you've never bought me anything like that. (Turns over)
Him: silence
Ok God! I did it. I’ve turned in my notice. You have the wheel. Thank you for providing guidance. Now God, I ask that you keep me focused, knowledgeable, and aware. Lead me to greatness. Remove fear and resentment, for I want to live in the place that You desire me to be in. I love you……. AMEN.
Funny…Ill just let the article speak for itself…
Ok so I have an issue……. I really don’t understand why people desire to choose the goal of “getting f**ked up” on their birthdays (or any other random Fri/Sat). Maybe I don’t understand because I consider myself to have a natural high. Alcohol makes me one of three ways… sleepy, silly, or horny. All of which occur naturally as well. I just don’t see the point of making one of your friends babysit you, having a hangover the next day, and not being able to perform your model walk successfully. Some people don’t even TRY to have a good time without submitting to substance. Oh well…. Ill just continue to do me with the hopes that I am not one of these people. Its my party and I cry (get high) if I want to. That is all……..
