This is Me.
I am stubborn, crazy, a cleaning Nazi, thoughtful, entertaining and sleepless. I love the people in my life. I feel like sometimes God likes to keep me honest by testing my patience. That includes you, Florida drivers. I am trying to figure out if and how to bypass certain societal requirements that come with age and defy everything we know about “age appropriateness.” I never want to feel old or tired because society tells me that’s what I should feel at a certain age. I don’t want my life to get stale. I never want to look back at my college years (although those were epic) and say “those were the best days of my life.” The best is yet to come.
Wikipedia defines a spork as a “hybrid form of cutlery taking the form of a spoon-like shallow scoop with three or four fork tines.” Caught in various turning forks (pun intended) in the road of my life, I can’t help but wonder how many other people choose to shovel away from predictable terrain. It can be hard making decisions you feel like you know are right, but are different from the norm.
Now in my late twenties, I’m realizing there is a stigma to getting older. Whether it’s pressure from society or that biological clock – it’s there. Doesn’t life move fast enough? Why do we feel pressured to get married, repopulate by thirty and create a life that is “just perfect” enough to hate?
I, for one, DO not. In fact, I love my life. I waited six years before I married the love of my life, I don’t really plan on having children (at least now) and I’m trying to find a way to not go to work and not be homeless. Then again, I guess I’m not your typical girl. I didn’t know what my wedding dress would look like when I was fresh out of the womb. I told the saleswoman to “quit showing me cupcake crap.” (Sorry, Mom)
These encounters and growing pains, in my every day life, are what I hope to share here. And laugh at, wholeheartedly, aloud along the way. It took me a long time, but I’ve come to realize that it’s OK to be different, imperfect, flawed. These flaws are what help me laugh my way through life.
So, I’m attempting to live my life like a spork. I’m gunna get my soup and eat my cake, too. Why not?
Perks Being Me