Mesa's Place

When I was a little girl I wasn't afraid of anything.  I would run down the sidewalk at full speed, literally fall flat on my face, get up and keep running.  I tackle some aspects of life that way still, but as I got older, so much of that bravery faded. I blame a lot of it on society though it's my fault as well.  As hormones began to rage, looking and acting a certain way became important, and dancing like nobody was looking was frowned upon.  I held my head high, but became a lot more scared to take those risks I had always been so keen to on.  I became clinically depressed.  I would lock myself off from the world at times and just sleep my life away.  I lost that spark in my eye, that "go get'em" attitude and why?  Just so I would fit the mold that I thought I was supposed to.  I was afraid of looking 'wrong', acting 'wrong', saying the 'wrong' thing and so I closed myself off in a little bubble- a safety zone if you will- and cauti...

I have a ton of pictures on my camera and entry ideas up the wazoo but for some reason I just haven't felt motivated to go there.  I can tell you that part of that is because most of my life is at my apartment, but my body is at boyfriend's house.  Roomie and his kids move out in about 2 weeks, give or take.  Then we start the process of arranging boyfriend's furniture where we want it, tossing the old stuff and moving my stuff in.  We figured it was best to avoid having to maneuver 3 almost complete households around each other so we've got all of April to get me out of my place and have it spotless.  Plenty of time. The other deterrent(s) for me [to blog] are Pants and Sauce.  As a single chick, without kids, having to adapt to daily life with a 9 year old and a 7 year old (not to mention another 9 year old and an 11 year old when Roomie's kids are at the house) has been quite exhausting.  I find my evenings flying by between dinner and chaos and...