Tanning Bed Blogging

Laying in a tanning bed is the closest I come to getting a Zen moment recently. My thoughts whirl around my head, heart, and emotions. I survived my birthday. Forever a reminder of my family's inability to understand my lifestyle and/or dreams.

My Mom asked me how much longer I can dance for the other day, again. Now my age is on her side. I told her not to worry, I will rot at a desk like her if I have to. Just the thought of going back to the corporate world is enough to make me more set on my dreams, then ever before.

Shove a signed, printed copy of my finished book into each one of my family members' hands and leave the state is my plan/dream/goal. Black and white world tangible proof I took the road less traveled and saw/did things they have not.

I do not have to sit at a desk 40 hours a week or have a manufacturing job to use my education/knowledge, or to show my worth.

Not everyone understands that different things make different people happy!

... Maybe a trip to a strip club would open their conservative eyes?

Zi-Fi

“What matters is where you want to go rather than where you are right now. Your starting place is just that, where you start. Nothing more and nothing less.” ~Alissa Finerman

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