I want a tattoo… I want it right on my wrist area and I know exactly what I want… odd right? unsual maybe? Or just me. Perhaps.

Every once in a while I feel the gypsy part of me screaming to get out, to run away and take off. And that’s okay… I think it’s something I may always be aware of. Wanting more.

I have friends out of jobs and looking for jobs and hating their jobs. I’m one of the lucky ones.

Sometimes I have odd dreams; Like the other night I was a waitress in my dreams. I was a really bad one too. I got bored after I took the customer’s orders and decided to leave and get Starbucks. I left them on their own for 30 minutes! Then came back and boredly asked if they wanted anything else. Just kinda awkwardly stood there…. didn’t get a good tip either. Go figure.

Every once in a while I get tired of being reminded to look at the big picture. I get it, there is more to life, politics, religion and such. But can’t I just enjoy the here and now. Can’t I just feel the sun on my face and feel the wind in my hair. Honestly, I get it.