I love to laugh. Especially at myself. I have always seen my life as a sort of Comedy of Errors. Nothing quite so preposterous as Shakespeare’s vision, but generally a sequence of absurd happenings. I trip over flat surfaces, break things, and get lost. In case you were wondering, Delaware should not be on the way to Virginia when one leaves from Maryland.
I’ve reached the point where I absolutely have to start considering myself an adult, that time in life when it’s officially rude for a ten year old not to put “Miss” in front of your name. I am a very recent addition to the category of “homeowner” and that is an adventure you will read about more than once should you decide to stay, garbage disposals that shoot food back at you, doors that won’t open, landlordship, and whatnot. At some point recently I’ve stopped finding life so entertaining. It’s all so serious in the grown up world. I don’t want to be like that.
I read an article on reasons to start a blog that included the statement, “Blogging makes you a better person.” Well… I don’t know about all that. However, in support of this statement the author included the following line, “You will start thinking more intentionally about who you are and who you want to become.” That I like. There are all these descriptors flying around that could label my existence based on the things I have done: social worker, graduate, homeowner, wife, Christian, traveler, reader, and the list goes on. But what is the one thing that I want to become in life? That is yet to be determined. For now, my goal is to get back to being happy with where I am and enjoy the life I have. I intend to find the joy in the journey, keep laughing at myself, and re-discover life lived in the here and now.