Private Candy

Ramblings, thoughts and opinions of a girl enrolled in self-anger-management courses. If that makes sense to you, you know my style.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Second Time's A Charm

I woke up this morning, not only feeling drowsy, but with a knot that had formed instantaneously in my stomach as I realized my time away from my job aka The Blackhole had officially ended. It had been raining for the past couple of days, but in my world, the skies were clear and blue. I had scheduled a week's vacation for the sheer purpose of experiencing the life that I had already planned for myself last July: my purpose was to make a dramatic impact on the lives of others while I enjoyed the freedom that was rewarded back to me. Now I know that sounds a bit whimsical, but hear me out. The purpose I see pieces families together. Families that are torn in one way or another by situations that are out of their control. Situations that the government, corporate America, greedy business people or even their own lack of hope and drive had caused... which in turn, hurts them, their children and their generations to come. Did I lose you? It's really not as complicated as I made it sound... but that world exists. And I dont take it lightly.

So as I sit here, unhappily a part of an unfair labor force for two more months, I decided to write again. I figured if I was going to spend 7 hours here, I might as well use some of it to my benefit. Hell, I already devoted 4 years here, I might as well. That's when I remembered that I started a blog almost two years ago. It's funny when I read my old entries. They're pretty much still the same me... but I learned how my "obsessions" had changed. I think 3 out of the 4 entries were reeking of celebrity worship. I sounded like I was 16. (Don't get me wrong. If you happen to see any of my Hollywood husbands in NYC, you are still obligated to tell me asap so I could map out the fastest route there.) Now, 21 months later, I feel the need to document the days of my new world. 27 years young, but with 24 years of it spent avoiding the need to grow up... and 3 years of it being lived by someone else's standards... it was about time I spoke about the life I wanted to live. And the best part of it? ...I've finally figured it out.

2 Comments:

  • At 9:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

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  • At 1:44 PM, Blogger Seasons of Me said…

    It's great to see a good friend move up and on. I admire and respect that.

     

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