Walk Away Early:

  I'm human. I'm selfish and broken by nature. But lately it seems I'm stubbing my toes and sliding on asphalt with my face more often.  I keep tripping over the things I'm afraid of.  I'm afraid of change, but know it's absolutely necessary in order for me to be happy and sane.  I'm scared of failing, but I'm already an under achiever, what's a tiny bit of effort going to do? Put me back on par with even keel?  I mean really.
  I'm frozen in this moment.  Uncertain certainty that I've got to do something about this. But what?  I can't live like this.  I hate the golf course, I am getting tired of nannying.  I want kids of my own.  I can't mother some one else's kids forever.
  My trip to Chicago will help.  I need a vacation.  I don't want to be too snooty, but I think I deserve it. I'm bringing about ten resumes with me.  And hopefully, with my cousins' help, I can get around downtown okay, and find myself with a few opportunities.  Here's hoping.  If I could work in television, or blog about crap for famous people, I'd be set.  Hey, Travi McCoy, you need someone to tweet and blog about what you do on tour?!? Lady Gaga? Jonas Brothers??? Anyone?????
  And to think, I almost deleted mimzee and walked away from what I love.  I kept wandering around, thinking, what is my passion, my hobby?  Turns out its also what I want to do for the rest of my life.  I love blogging.  Even if no one reads it.  But if you type in "mimzee" on Google's search page, it's the forth one down...ON THE FIRST PAGE!!!


So here's to not giving up on blogging.  Here's to a lifetime of my fantastic crap.

...my future is fretted with stars...