as if

I were wearing a noose around my neck and some spiffy cement shoes, I feel like life has me on a short leash in the slow lane.
Out of complacency, fatigue, and lack of spark I find myself dwelling here. Going through the motions, keeping face, far more a voyeur than an adventuress.
Stuck between reality and fantasy. In a life that I can't get comfortable with, holding on to only the smallest sliver of aspiration.
I wish I could say it is just a bad day.

Getting to know me

Who am I? Long silence.
What do I do? More silence.
What's my deal, anyway?

The long and the short of it is that I am a 36 year old white chick and I am all about compromise. Part-time stay at home mom of 2, Part-time academic researcher; living in a major metropolitan area, but one that is clean, safe and as close to trees as it is to commerce; always either the big fish in a small pond, or a small fish in a big pond; committed, talented and smart enough to kick ass in an ordinary way with relatively little effort, yet dream of the extraordinary. Accepting of the fact that exciting dreams made to fit into an ordinary lifestyle tend to lose their form.

Hmmmm....thats some deep shit right there. That's not quite what I meant to write when I started this post, but there it is. Huh.

well fuckity fuck

Damn, I'm predictable. Here I am a year later. One post on this blog and a year's worth of shit still in my head. Seriously, could I be more cliche? New year, new resolve to write more....blah, blah, blah. It boils down to damn laziness really. I write some hot shit in my head....engaging, hilarious, honest shit. If there were such thing as a head to blog translator, I'd be all set. Famous, even. But there aint. So here I sit at a coffee shop (oy the cliche continues) all determined to put my thoughts into writing this year. I'm gonna roll with it while I can and we'll see what happens.

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