Changes

The leaves of fall are the time when we begin to feel the tug of change. The slow drip of pigmentation that leaches from the base of the trees  washes the earth in bright radiant colors. The trees begin to shake off their old memories and prepare for the year to come. You could blink and the earth has started to become a wash of vivid reds, yellows and oranges. It's the last cheer before the white blanket of an inevitable chilly winter is upon us. 

It's about this time that the Christmas creep begins to slowly edge its way into our lives. Forget about Thanksgiving, who needs that time to settle down and be thankful for the lives that we have. Let us just skyrocket over that silly holiday and move right into the commercial hell, I mean joy of Christmas. I feel like the decorations of pilgrims, turkeys and cornucopias come down before the Halloween spooks, goblins and witches are tucked away in their Tupperware coffins.

I bring this up because I have been feeling a tug in my own life. I feel pulled in one direction to settle into a monotonous life of 9-5 with a scattered chance of hanging out with friends and "after school"groups and meetings, charity events now and then.  On the other hand I feel like now is my time to get out and explore, that I am wasting my precious 20's working a job. I guess I just don't understand how people can afford to travel and explore. I'm being pulled down by the weight that so many of us feel. I have payments to make on cars and loans. All material possessions dictated by our cultural mores and are deemed necessary to survive in this economy. 

Psychology teaches us that children form their identities based on either exploration or mimicking. Take a moment to think where you fall in the category. I know where I fall and I'm trying to switch to the other side. Think about who you are and what changes are coming. Think about the leaves that are evolving, getting rid of the old in order to prepare for the new. 

Welcome

I may not be the most spiritual person in the world or religious for that matter, but I do believe in signs. There is nothing like starting your waaaaaayyy to early morning by planting your foot on a a pile of squish first thing in the a.m.. On a welcome mat no less...

Happy Monday

If it wasn't obvious in the two words above...note the sarcasm. I don't think Mondays should start until 11 am when we have all fully awaken and have recovered from the weekend. The weekend where we all SAY that we're going to get a lot accomplished and just relax from the stressful week. Does anyone ever do that? Last I checked the coworker who relaxed all weekend usually gets the stink eye. 


Not to ramble on about Mondays but mine most certainly did not start off as "happy." Nothing like coming into work 30 minutes early, on a Monday no less, and getting glares from your boss. Sigh. Then the whole upstairs goes into a tizzy looking for a chart you SWORE you processed over 8 days ago. Perhaps it was just a sign of the week to come. (quickly finds wood to knock on).


I don't consider myself much of a materialistic person but it took an upgraded phone, a laptop and new sheets to remind myself how sometimes you just have to have the newest toys. I entered into the new world of digital tech by scrolling my finger across a plastic screen having been blissfully unaware of these inventions over the past four years. My old phone did what a dictionary would describe a phone as doing, answered calls. 


I'm not quite certain where this blogging adventure will go. Whether it will be a satirical look at every day life, a vomiting experience of the days events or informative information to an invisible audience. Perhaps its more fun to imagine a large group of people anxiously awaiting at their desks for the latest spewings of my mind. Funny how some simple key strokes can be therapeutic.