Weekend?! What weekend?

How is a sista' supposed to get some rest when she can't spend more than five minutes in her home at a time? I have got to find time to be still. It's as simple as that. Until I get still, I can't get my head together to figure out my next move. And there has to be a next move, and soon. I can't take my current state of affairs much longer. It's time to be a doer, not an observer (thanks to George and Izzie from Grey's Anatomy for that analogy). Anywho, this is the spring of my doing.

Passions...I've got one. Now what?

Here is my dilemma: I love to write. I fantasize daily about quitting my full-time gig and just writing. Writing while listening to my favorite music, no less. But then reality kicks in and I remember the mortgage, the need for food and clothing. It would be pretty hard to use the desktop w/out electricity, not to mention cable and the internet. And how could I forget the darling Diva in Training? I swear they are pumping the school lunches with these serious azz growth hormones, 'cause every time I look around I am buying new clothes and shoes for her because she grew two inches overnight. So how to pursue my passion while meeting my daily necessities? I blog, journal, and get a few pages in while working for "the man". And let us not forget the occasional powerball ticket. Somebody has to win. Why not a wanna be writer?

Pimpin'...I mean bloggin'...ain't easy

I forgot about this blog. I really did. In the chaos that is my life, I forgot about doing something that I find to be fun. I have to say that this is rather typical, and it's something that I have on my list of things to do for the year: have more fun. That means that when I finish with the have to do's and must do's, then I get to do the really love to do's. Easier said than done.