Holy Moses, I didn't realize it'd been so long since I've written anything. Well let's hop to it, shall we?

It's interesting to discover evidence that I'm getting older. Like being more responsible with money. Or having greater patience when driving. (OK, when I say "greater" I mean I don't use my horn 67 times on the way to work). And then there's the decreasing desire to impress people. Impress guys. Dress up for guys. Put on makeup and a bra before going to 7-11 for hot chocolate in my pajamas at 9 p.m. to get cash for the laundromat — waaaaait a second. "Grown up" just made a leap to "super-white-trash." Awesome.


It seems the reason I haven't written in such a long time is because I have no material. So, until next time, enjoy yourself, I guess.

Oh, and a tidbit of knowledge for those seeking some: Ask the hard questions. If you're avoiding them, it's because you fear the answer, probably because you know the answer. But fearing it doesn't make it go away. And fear stunts growth. The bad kind of stunts. Not involving trampolines or padded suits or applause. So ask, and listen, and then go forward. You're never alone, you know. He's got your back.

1 comment:

  1. Let's just say that you impress me, whether you're trying to or not.