Before I get started, I have to ask- who decided to call
people who reside in a completely comatose state a “vegetable” in the first
place? I mean, haven’t we been taught since we were little kids that eating
your vegetables was supposed to improve the health and performance of our
brains?
Does it sound like I’m making light of victims of tragic
accidents or trauma who suffer from being completely comatose? Of course not.
If you are thinking this, you should probably stop reading now, because I plan
to use this terminology a few more times to make my point.
Now, what is my point? If you have ever read my dusty blog,
you will know that I actually never know my point until I get to the end of the
post.
This October, I will be 27 years old. I can’t help thinking
lately that I’m missing something. You know how scientists (which ones, I don’t
know) say that humans only use 10 percent of our brains? Lately I’ve been
feeling like all this time I’ve been operating on a solid 7 percent, and the
other 3 percent is alluding me.
I can’t explain exactly why I feel this way. My relationship
with God is growing, I have a great family, decent paying job, a nice
apartment, a degree, a heap of debt, a new-ish car, a ridiculous size 10-11
high heel collection, a ton of unruly hair, and an almost completely drama-free
life. What more could a girl want?
Okay wait, wait, don’t even start. I can see the eye rolls
and the knowing looks. “All she needs is a good man in her life.”
Can we just not? Can we assume for the sake of this post
that I am perfectly content/relieved to be single, and perfectly not content with the state of my
Tiarra? Yeah? Thanks.
Okay so back to my brain. I don’t know if I’m in a rut or
what. Maybe I need a life coach. Or a makeover. I bought a couple of redlipsticks a week ago and I love them, but can’t seem to manage applying them
without looking like a clown.
Perhaps a personal trainer will help me kick my butt into
gear and clear the cobwebs from my brain. You know, get those endorphins
flowing? Although, I have to admit washing a hot Krispy Kreme down with some
hot chocolate with extra marshmallows has nearly the same effect on my
endorphins...just saying.
My doctor did mention
I’ve picked up some pounds. I thought it was just break-up weight from my
recent break up…almost 12 months ago. Yikes. (Sn. Remind me to never date a personal
trainer again. It’s just too much pressure, especially if he has egotistical douche-bag tendencies.)
I know! I could go back to school and get my Masters. It’s
not like I’m using my Bachelor’s Degree these days anyway. Now that I mention
it, it’s not like I’m done paying for my Bachelor’s either.
Darn you FAFSA!
It’s like, I had my whole life planned out, all these goals
and things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 25. And because of the
amazing God I serve, the list is pretty much complete!
So the question is…now what?
