Who the hell said we have to grow up, get a grown up job and act like a grown up? I think that person had some serious issues and needs to talk with someone about their not so sunny disposition or maybe I am the one who needs to talk to somone, which is probably more like it. I believe that blogging is much less expensive than therapy anyway, so here ya go.
I grew up in a pretty normal household with ma, pa and the older brother. We had the dog and white picket fence and the kids in the neighborhood to play with after school. Mom and dad encouraged us to use our imagination and be creative, though mom was a bit scared of things that could cause bodily injury. (She didn't want me to play soccer for fear of the ball hitting my head and giving me brain damage..I kid you not) A very ideal upbringing to be sure, maybe that is where things took a wrong turn. My over active imagination has lead to my fear of clowns and my need to always look for something new to explore. Don't laugh, because I am not the only one with clown-a-phobia.
The need to explore new things led me to changing my major in college 9 times in a three year span and ending up with a degree in communications. I now have the need to go back to get more advanced degrees because I am a sick puppy who would enjoy nothing more than being a professional student. It took me awhile but I have found my calling in the fitness industry though I am still finding my niche in said industry. I have many ideas about what I should do but that darn imagination comes and rears his head again and turns me down another path. I think I need an imagination guillotine.
Now that you know a little more about me, I shall be expanding on the ever changing enigma that is my mind. If I offend anyone in my future posts, oh well, I can't control the flood of thoughts that are in my overworked brain. Thank you for being my therapy partner.
Until next time, make today a good one.
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