And It Makes Me Wonder

I was driving to go get some fish sandwiches yesterday, when I saw a man walking down the street with a guitar case. This made me think of a story. Something that happened a long time ago, and it made me smile. 

It was about 1991. Maybe 1992. I was on my way out of town with work. I don't remember where I was going, but I was making a change of planes in Nashville, Tennessee. I had just gotten off my flight, and was headed to another gate for my connection. I was young. In my late 20s with long blonde hair. In those days, when we traveled with work, we had to wear business attire. I remember I was wearing a long dress and black shoes with a small heel. Coming towards me, a good distance away, I spotted a handsome young man with dark wavy hair. He was wearing a checkered shirt, faded blue jeans, and some old cowboy boots. He had a black guitar case strapped to his back. I kept glancing away, then glancing back. As we got closer to each other, my glances turned in to a stare, as he was staring back.  We passed each other, and just kept walking.

Several steps later, something made me look back. I turned around to find him looking back as well. We both smiled at each other and just kept going.

You ever think about things like that, and wonder what if? I do.

Tired Of Being Tired

I'm tired of being mediocre.

I'm tired of being overwhelmed at work. 

I'm tired of being surrounded by clutter.  

I'm tired of being overweight. 

I'm tired of feeling weak and unhealthy. 

I'm tired of feeling like there's no way out...no way to change anything. 

I'm tired of complaining. 

I want my sun to rise, not set. 

I want to do something fabulous.

So Was That The End?

 People keep asking me when I'm going to write something in this blog. I tell them I don't know. 

Sometimes I feel like I've said everything I can possibly say. I've told every story of my life that has led me to this point. It feels like there is nothing left to say or think about. 

That can't be all there is. I don't want to be frozen in time. I don't want to be done. I need to figure out the next chapter of my life. What I want. How I'll write it.

I Just Need Some Jars

Last fall I started canning. Fruit preserves and butters. It has become a very fun hobby for me. After all, my therapist told me I needed a hobby. My friend Nodrog told me to watch the movie Baby Boom with Diane Keaton.  So last night I watched it. After a strange series of events, a New York City businesswoman winds up living in Vermont, and while she is snowed in with an abundance of apples, ends up canning applesauce. She turns it into an empire called Country Baby.

As frustrated as I am with my job right now, I think I'll spend this Sunday entertaining that idea.

Not All Bad

21 days have come and gone. I wish I could say I stuck with the food cleanse 100%, but that would be a lie. 

I was very diligent with it for the first week or so, and I did reap some nice benefits. I lost some weight and I felt really good. I haven't eaten that much healthy food in a few years. but no change in my itching or my rash, so I slowly began to add foods like dairy, sugar, and alcohol back into my diet. I have managed to break myself free of most processed foods again, which I hope to continue. I feel so much better when I don't eat crap. 

As for the rash, I guess I will just wait now and see what the patch testing shows in July.