Out of control...

Lately I have not felt centered- at all. I feel like I am just being hurled through space and I have no control of anything in my life. Perhaps it is because I am going through a lot of change, but it always feels like I am going through a lot of change. Maybe the years of steady change are finally catching up with me?

Whatever the case, I don't like it. I like being centered and settled. I like feeling as though I know who I am. Maybe I just need a really good burger and everything will be restored to its natural order. Yeah, that's what I need...

A little wine

I'll admit it, I've had a little wine. But, I have also had one of the most amazing days in a long time. True friends are those who you don't see for a long time, but they still believe in and challenge you. I got to spend my day with two of those people. It's sad because it makes me miss others. But, realizing that I know one of the best groups of people in the world makes me feel better. In the book either "tipping point" or "blink" it talks about the connector...the person who isn't the most amazing person in the world, but seems to know all of them. I feel that that is me in some ways. All of the people I bother with are truly amazing! (BB wants me to add puppies and not just people to this statement.) But seriously, I know I sound like a strange, demented cheerleader at times, but the people I befriend are some of the most amazing talented people on the planet. I guess I am attracted to drive. Seriously though, I feel like I could write a memoir and it would sell lots of copies- not for what I've done, but for what you guys have and will.

24hrs in the 1990s

Since going back to school I have had a hard time really concentrating. I keep catching myself grabbing my phone to check a text or facebook or to simple scroll through old pictures. While I love modern technology and all that it can do for us, I have found myself increasingly dependent on it for all the wrong reasons. It feels that if I am not communicating with at least one person at all times I get lonely and self having tons of self-doubt. This is very strange to me because I am a person who actually feels better when she gets her alone time. But, something is not allowing me this alone time and it is myself- through modern technology. I used to relish my time alone to think and grow, but now I question myself and wonder why no one is reaching out to me at that given moment. It is a problem and I am going to work on fixing it.

I am a better person when I have time to be off, but it feels like I'm missing something if I allow myself this luxury. There was an old episode of "growing pains" where Krissy doesn't want to go to sleep because she's afraid she'll miss something. That's what my life has become, but what am I afraid of missing? That, I don't know. But, let's be serious- I don't know much. None of us do.

I guess in the end I just miss me. Isn't Valentine's day for spending time with the one who is most special to you? It's about time I start treating myself right. There is no way I would let someone I was in a relationship treat me this way. Nor would I treat someone else this way. So, I'm going to work on doing right by myself...at least for a day.

two weeks in...

So, I've been in school for two whole weeks now. I think that I am going to enjoy the work in my classes, but the classes themselves are a little stilted. One class I am taking is quite awkward as it is small, the instructor keeps asking simple questions of the class and everyone just stares at her. I'm 90% sure it's because no one wants to talk and not that no one knows the answer, but I'm pretty sure the instructor thinks the class is full of dummies. It is all very awkward.

When writing an "about me" statement for a class today I was reminiscing on my past and what I was passionate about. I have always loved writing theatrical pieces based on historical or factual research. Both parts of the journey give me a great thrill and it's something that I want to start doing again.

Over the past few years I feel that I have lost sight of myself and what I am passionate about. Always afraid to be me. It's weird because part of me thinks I am awesome, but another part is quite self-loathing. It's like an angel and a devil- one on each shoulder. I'm working on listening to the person in the middle.

Now I sound crazy. Haha, oh well.