Disorganized

I've been a rock of confidence all year...even when I was unemployed, and my career choice was obviously taking me nowhere. I sought no reason to put my heart at risk, or take chances of any kind. Now, with a few ripples in da pond, my balance has faltered a tad. I'd like to say just a tad, but I'm having a difficult time placing a quantifier here due to uncertainty of what the hell is going on...or what the hell is going to happen. There's an endless number of possibilities of what could happen when I set my feet upon not so foreign soil this time around.

I had a good chat with a close friend from college the other day. Even though he's in Tuscaloosa, the tornado missed him by two miles. PHEW! I vented, he vented, we remembered the ole 1111 apartment back in the day, and all the shenanigans that went down that fateful summer 2 years ago. Truth or Dare will never be the same, that's for sure. And I don't doubt that he'll one day show up on my door step with a bottle of Patron.

He advised me to fall in love as often as you can, stay youthfully free, expectation-less and above all, I should stay true to myself.

1 Miller Genuine Draft later...I was convinced it would certainly all be worth it in the end. It has to be.

Now...there's an unpleasant silence, and the question mark is simply growing bigger and bigger. So, I decided to fix that by making funny faces in my bedroom Neutral Milk Hotel themed mirror for two solid hours. I've noticed a change in my visual journal entries as well. There's no longer clear messages or content, but that's certainly okay and to be expected sometimes.

These next four weeks may suck, and it all may have been for nothing, but I will stay true to myself and love yet another adventure.

Shake it off, Ms. Heather.