Things That Twist
For awhile, this blog was called Bendability. It was my cousin's idea during one of the times I decided I needed a "rebranding." I lived in Bend, and most of what I wrote about had to do with adaptability and making life up on the fly, which has always been status quo in my world.
I guess as I get older, the constant shifting and changing has less appeal to me. I earned the sarcastic nickname "Predictability" years ago because the only thing predictable about me was my inconsistency, according to certain people. Now I don't know what I am.
My life has adopted certain consistencies lately... a "normal" job, routine... early bedtimes, healthier meals. I've come to appreciate some of it. But I also think I have bought into a certain level of living hell in the name of peace and compromise. Doing the "adult" thing. If it was making me more financially solvent, I'd be less skeptical. But I can't say that it is, yet.
Just when I really thought I was ready for an all-American, girl-next-door lifestyle, things got shook again and I am back at ground zero and I can go any which way I want. I mean sure, there's this job thing to think about. And a kid who likes it where she is and probably appreciates any consistency I can throw her way. But then there's the rest of the world, and it ain't here.
I guess I've just been reminded in a very sudden and unexpected way that it's still up to me and the sky is the limit. All I have to do is decide what to be and go be it.
I guess as I get older, the constant shifting and changing has less appeal to me. I earned the sarcastic nickname "Predictability" years ago because the only thing predictable about me was my inconsistency, according to certain people. Now I don't know what I am.
My life has adopted certain consistencies lately... a "normal" job, routine... early bedtimes, healthier meals. I've come to appreciate some of it. But I also think I have bought into a certain level of living hell in the name of peace and compromise. Doing the "adult" thing. If it was making me more financially solvent, I'd be less skeptical. But I can't say that it is, yet.
Just when I really thought I was ready for an all-American, girl-next-door lifestyle, things got shook again and I am back at ground zero and I can go any which way I want. I mean sure, there's this job thing to think about. And a kid who likes it where she is and probably appreciates any consistency I can throw her way. But then there's the rest of the world, and it ain't here.
I guess I've just been reminded in a very sudden and unexpected way that it's still up to me and the sky is the limit. All I have to do is decide what to be and go be it.