The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

Up to my eyeballs in boxes...... wait I've heard this one before. Haven't I had the same thing to say about this time of year for the last three years? Guess that makes it kind of a tradition right? I'm supposed to be used to this and enjoy it right? How about not! But what can you do? At least I'm moving somewhere I really want to be this time around, but that still doesn't sooth the inner loathing I have for tape, boxes, and box cuts. I haven't done my hair in days and I've become unnerved with the fact that all my reading material is out of reach. This particular combination has left me with nothing but a crazed urge to get anything and everything moved and unpacked ASAP just so I can get my life back in it's un-alphabetized, cluttered, and familiar order. Yet I am to wait longer still!! Not only must I come to grips with the fact that I am now to be living with new surroundings, these surroundings will not be  among family. I will be wedging my...

You want to know something I really miss? I miss dressing up in a too huge dress with miss matched hat and shoes, gathering all my stuffed animals, and pulling out my tiny porcelain tea set to play tea party. It's been a long time since I've host one of these extravaganzas and I really miss it. I don't even own my tiny tea set anymore. Isn't it interesting how we don't miss things til they are gone? I had a squirrel toy that was full of plastic beans, who's whiskers I could pull to make them shorted on one side and longer on the other. He was one of my favorites and loads of fun to throw high into the air and catch. I honestly have no idea what happened to him. I like to think that he became "real" like the velveteen rabbit. Maybe he's the squirrel that has been stealing our dogs food and chewing holes in our trash can. In which case I have to sorrow for the loss of my toy, and no pity for it when my sister decides to soak it with her sup...

I've learned to talk, sing, and write. To dance, smile, and laugh I've learned to play the piano, drive, and draw... Why is it that I've graduated high school, held down a job, and lived on this earth for 18 years and still I feel that I know nothing about life? Every time I step out my front door, it's the same sky, the same air, the same sun shining and yet the moment I think I know where I'm going, what I'm doing, and how to do it, someone changes the rules. There have been so many things I've been able to gain knowledge about through all the resources at my finger tips, but there isn't a website or book that is going to lay out the map of the choices I should make. Life isn't something I can research. It isn't something I can bring to my teacher and ask for help in understanding. I don't believe I have ever been truly afraid of anything, I've just never come face to face with something that traumatizing. But this step out ...