I wasn’t completely satisfied with my previous post when I hit “Publish” yesterday (this morning, I should say). It didn’t seem complete. I just wasn’t feeling it.
I’m always doing things backwards. Act first, think later. Of course my first thought is always “now WHY did I do THAT?” And then there’s the other side of me that refuses to take a micro step until I know (and understand) everything there is to know about something. And I mean EVERYTHING.
The first thing I want to throw out here today is that I’m new to blogging. Maybe that’s already obvious, but I’m adding a disclaimer to be safe. Doing a little C.Y.A. (as we used to say at the office). Anyway, I just kind of dropped my anchor and jumped in.
I LOVE road trips! When I hit the open road I feel a sense of freedom that I just can’t experience anywhere else. It’s so exciting to map out the route, book the lodging, and search ahead for landmarks to see and places to eat. In other words, my travels are pretty well thought out before take-off.
Puberty. Such an awkward time in life. My personal experience with it was life changing. Mainly, I remember mounting depression. I left grammar school anticipating fall, when I would be entering Junior High with my fresh suntan that I’d spent all summer working on. I was brimming with excitement and I had so much to look forward to!
I have a wonderful life! Not a perfect life, but speaking from my heart right now, I’d call it a “success story”. I’m not a savvy entrepreneur. You won’t read about me in Forbes magazine, and I didn’t start an innovative new tech company that I can sell for some astronomical amount. Nope. That’s not me.