I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth tonight thinking about how this year is my ten year high school class reunion. How is that even possible? I don’t feel nearly old enough for this type of activity. High school reunions are something parents do. Then again, lots of people are parents by their ten year class reunion. Ugh. Not this people.
Then I thought even further, which is shocking, I know, given the severe lack of brain stimulation I get on a daily basis in my still jobless state that’s reaching near panic proportions, but anyways. Back to the thinking. I feel so different from the person I was in high school. Who was that girl? She relished routine so much that I could be found brushing my teeth at the same time every morning give or take 45 seconds. Now the thought of doing any given thing every single day bores me to tears so much that sometimes I skip the whole getting-ready-for-the-day routine altogether. In fact, the makeup I applied the day before might even still be on my face because I couldn’t be bothered to take it off the night before. Amazing how that works.
Is it even possible to be so fundamentally different than the person you once were? Or is it just that we don’t really know who we are until much later in life. Isn’t that weird? We can live with ourselves every single moment of every single day and yet we still don’t have a solid grasp on who we really are.
I love variety. I like doing new things, mixing things up, adding a little color and pizazz to life (come to think of it, I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve ever used the word pizazz in a sentence). Maybe that’s why I’ve gone around collecting a reserve stash of careers, to ensure that I’ll never be short on variety all my live-long life.
Now if I could just secure a job in ONE of those careers, I might think about giving up the variety for a time, if just to make rent. How is it that traveling the world was cheaper than planting my butt in one place? Why am I here again? I forget. Remind me. Ugh.
My bed sure is pretty, though. I smile every time I look at it. So cushy. And I put it together all by myself, all 180 pounds of it. Without adequate instructions. Proud of me, Mom? :) Pretty sure you’re the only one out there that reads this by now. But that’s just fine by me. I’ll keep writing for you to have something to read on your Fridays. :)
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the bed IS pretty! way to go putting it together! And I read your blog all the time–it’s on my favorites list and I check it at least 3 times a week :)
thanks for writing! I’m consistently challenged/inspired by your processes :)
love & peace to you!
k.wright
p.s. can you email me with your new address? Also, my home is always open if you need to get away for a little adventure :)
I would skip the getting ready routine with a bed like that. So sorry about the lull in life. I feel like so many people I know (put my name at the top of the list) are in crazy transition. Like, tell-me-this-is-gonna-change-soon transition. Would love to walk or get coffee or lay on your bed with you. We do live about 1.5 miles from each other. In regard to the laying on the bed comment….for all those who don’t know me, I am a female Mel.
Love your writing. Now I feel kinda like I’m reading your mom’s emails or something. –Mel
Your mom’s not the only one who reads this. And yes, your bed is pretty. Come visit! –Matty
hey, I read it too. keep writing!! love, celeste
Yeah little missy! I read your blog and am usually disappointed by the lack of updates so keep em coming! You articulate your thoughts really well in writing, and I can relate to some of those thoughts of wondering how the same person can change so much over time…meaning myself. Oh, and your bed looks so nice…makes me want to sleep right now.
your bed does look nice.. hope all is well. keep writing i read too. :)
I read it too – all the time! Makes me (one of the ones who IS a parent by the 10-year reunion point) feel a little in touch with a world beyond drool and da-da-di-da-do!
Lovies, and keep the amazing writing coming!
Gina
(‘member me???)
Lindsay,
I love this post. I knew you when you were that routine girl, and I was one myself. I think that was part of why we connected so well. Things were so precise back then. Target every Sunday, and such. =) I can relate to your thoughts, I think we are just always changing, or shall we say growing? Who needs routine? I love the bed, very pretty, and very you!
Jolene