Howdy ho, and how goes?
I'm mildly befuddled by the fact that yet another year has passed. I'm almost more confused by my alertness and my man's asleep-ness. Note: I'm usually asleep while he watches reruns of Colorado Avalanche hockey games. Tonight, on the other hand, I am the warrior. (thank you, Scandal) More than anything I have regret for not continuing a grand habit of blogging throughout the year, as I had planned to do back in February of this past year. And so I utter a big ol' whoops, my bad..
The only grand observations I've made in the past 12 hours are that the greatest supermodels came from 1990 (Cindy, Christy, Linda *sigh*) and that I, myself, am also great. Do not expect me to appear in the next great George Michael music vid (he's got some pneumonia recovery to do anyhow), but do expect me to make something of myself in the great Mile High city of Denver. Since my long-awaited and anticipated graduation from the University of Minnesota, I have attempted to make the sort of strides that encourage responses such as, "Oh thank God, she's taken a worthy path in life." Now, I don't really believe anyone has made this declaration, but perhaps eventually. Most people need real, tangible, story-worthy stuff. Like when you're asked if you're moving because you found employment. To that I'd love to respond, "I'm sorry, but have you no freakin' clue as to the current state of affairs in this country?" And then to which I'd follow up, "And have you no idea as to my spirit of spontaneity and adventure?" If one looks back on my history since leaving the nest, he/she would find an individual devoid of strong, confining commitment. Instead they would notice someone who has taken impulse, analyzed it ever-so-briefly, and said "What the hell... let's try it." I'm proud of this. It makes me... me. I know my loves, my passions. Have I had failures since my arrival in Denver? Oh yes. But do I have reasons to keep my chin up? Oh hell yes. These are difficult times and I am in a difficult transition... blah blah blah... But check this: I've got the will to move on. To keep trying. To see it through. I've got a killer support system. And let me tell ya, it's crucial right about now. It's not the time to cower. I got this.
And I'm not letting this shit go blank for another 11 months. Oh helllllll no..
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