Today I Learned ...

... that swings can bring simple happiness.

Today I Learned ...

... that not leaving the beach until the sun is gone feels wonderful.

second time around

I recently overheard someone say, “If you’re a writer and you don’t have a blog, that’s just stupid.”

And I have to agree.

So here I am, a few weeks after hearing that quote. Better late than never.

Take two.

Only this time it’s a little different. The season is changing. Gone are the sizzling 90 degree days and endless hours. The first two months after graduation, when I had nothing to do but watch endless hours of mindless TV (and ended up getting hooked on mindless shows such as “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” and “Kourney and Khloe Take Miami”) and lounge on the beach, I kept saying “I miss writing.” I had all the time in the world to work on the novel that will probably never get completed or get this whole blog thing started, but did I do anything? Nope.

Now things have changed and I spend my 9-5 writing. Okay, well maybe 10-6, but still, I’m a bit busier. Add in a long commute and it doesn’t leave me all that much time. But maybe it will get me on a routine to take some time out of my day, or at least week, to write about something I might enjoy a little more, me.

Enter the beginning signs of fall. Perfect beach day yesterday- 80 degrees and a clear sunny sky, a true gem of summer. Today, enter fall. Cool, breezy, rainy. Basically my definition of miserable. The first Sunday of football season. The first day spent in sweats and a sweatshirt cuddled on the couch flipping between football and HGTV. Fall.

Maybe fall will bring about a season of changes. Maybe I’ll find something- a hobby?- that will make me happy? Maybe the season will get me down? Or maybe I’ll keep it going and enjoy the changing leaves, cooler air, fall festivals, pumpkin picking, upcoming trip to Hershey and my writing.

Let’s see if I have it in me this time.

Growing Up

For the first time in four years I won't be moving back into college.

Weird.

I loved college.  I loved my friends, my sorority sisters, (most of) my roommates.  I met my boyfriend.  I fell in love.  I was president of a sorority.  I really learned who I was and let myself become someone.  I was quiet in high school and scared to show everyone who I really was.  I didn't talk much in class and kept myself to my small, pre-selected group of friends.

In college, I quickly saw that I could be the person that I wanted to be.  I could disagree with another student- or the professor- in front of the class.  I could quickly say I didn't do all the reading.  I could lead a group of girls to be the biggest (and best, obviously) sorority on campus.  It was a great time for me to grow up.

And now I'm back at home.  Stuck back in the rut of being the person I had to be for 18 years.

Oh well.  While everyone is moving in this Labor Day, I'm still sitting on the beach.

I win.