That’s what I wanted to be when I grew up. In retrospect, it’s so telling. I’ve always felt torn between the arts (creativity) and science (facts and concrete evidence). I can just see myself measuring out bright colored liquids in my pink tutu. I remember thinking that there was no way I wouldn’t be a ballerina scientist. I mean, someone would have to be the first one, right? Why not me?
Somewhere down the line, ballerina scientist turned into journalist and journalist turned into salesperson. Funny how that happens! Now, I find myself neither, dancing nor measuring things. I feel like a leaf that has just fallen off its branch…no direction at the moment, just waiting for the next stage in life. For the leaf, that means hitting the ground to begin its winter decay. I hope it means something different for me.
What am I saying? I know it means something different for me! I’m trying to keep myself on a schedule. I wake up at 8 every morning, feed the dogs, take a bath (read my bible), get dressed, eat breakfast, walk the dogs, apply for my 5 jobs/day, exercise and complete my errands which include laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, etc. It actually keeps me very busy…physically.
It was just this weekend that I realized how bored I am mentally. I went to Jefferson, TX and stayed at the haunted Jefferson Hotel with my mother, her friend, her friend’s daughter and her 2 friends. The girls were 15. It was so funny to see them interact. It so reminded me of my high school tri-fecta. Yes, after a while it got annoying, but you just have to appreciate how anything is possible when you are 15. In any case, it was a three hour drive. If I would have known that, I wouldn’t have gone, but I’m glad that I did. The town was adorable. It looked like a Victorian painting. It was established as a major steamboat port in the mid-1800’s. It was rich with history and easy to understand how ghost stories have popped up over the years.
I took some pictures with inexplicable orbs in our room (which was listed as haunted). I took video at “The Grove” with strange glimmer of light where there shouldn’t be and I also took a picture at “The Grove” with a very creepy mist that comes from nowhere.
It was a great trip and it was great to get away from the house. I’m planning on taking a day trip at least once a week…just to get out. It will keep me inspired during this time and hopefully, refreshed.
I’m going keep writing too. That will be important for me. Here’s to a great, productive day!!!