Bumper stickers

I was on my way to the office this morning and saw a fabulous bumper sticker. It said, "I'm not lost, I'm EXPLORING!" It's so true. None of us are ever lost, we just need to explore and find our true identity. So the next time I hear someone say that a person is so lost, I'm going to tell them to go explore themselves and tell me who's really lost.

Back to the gym (or so I thought).

After a week off I finally returned to the gym this morning. The alarm went off at 5 AM. I overcame the desire to stay in bed. The fact that I woke up at 2:48 AM and really didn't go back to sleep made the desire to stay in bed even more powerful. I crawled out of bed and got dressed. Kissed Bella, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Tossed my clothes & gym bag in the car, connected my Zen, cued up Sharaz's remix of Robin Fox's "I See Stars" and headed up 85. 15 minutes later I'm at the gym and I notice that I have grabbed the wrong set of keys. I go to a 24 hour gym and I use an access card to get in during non-business hours. I checked my purse, my gym bag, the console, nothing. Frustrated, I headed back home. As I was headed back down PIB, I noticed another member pulling in. Ha! That was my salvation. He usually takes 5 or so minutes to get his stuff settled before he actually walks into the gym. I pull up to the traffic light to bust a u-turn and wouldn't you know it, I don't get a turn signal. He's already inside by the time I get back to the gym. So I head back home annoyed, but not defeated. Dawn is breaking and it's light enough to run through my neighborhood. Heading south on 85 I notice how beautiful Atlanta is at dawn. It looks peaceful...deception at it's best. Future blog about my love/hate relationship with living in the city to come. Anyway, I back into my drive, grab my Zen and start my run. My neighorhood is great for running; lots of hills, gardenias everywhere, mild traffic. Everyone smiles as you pass, lots of cultural diversity. I round the corner street, head down hill then force myself up Vista Trail. Up being the keyword there. There's a house on Vista Trail that looks like it should be in the middle of the desert. It's gorgeous. If I could have any house in my neighborhood, it would be that one. I pass by it and sigh. Head up another hill and on home. I open my passenger door to grab my bag and clothes and it's then that I see them. My set of keys with the access card. Somehow they managed to conveniently hide under my ass! Oh well, at least I got to enjoy the scent of gardenias this morning as opposed to sweat.

Realizing I'm just too old for MySpace...

I've always been a journaler. I guess that would be the correct term. I better check Merriam-Webster...nope, nothing there. Okay, I've always found comfort in writing in my journal, let's put it that way. I haven't taken the time to journal much in the last four or five years. Motherhood hasn't left a lot of time for me to do anything. I've just started working out again and really taking interest in things that I want to do (which I'm sure will be posted in future blogs). I created a MySpace page to connect with old friends. While I enjoyed making everything pretty, the functionality was just not there for me. Maybe it's just too functional, too many options, too much maintenance. Get your theme, reply to this message, send a comment, accept this request, take this quiz...now my pretty page is filled with (for lack of a better word) junk. Then I looked at the demographics. Most everyone on MS is under 30. I'd heard on a local morning radio show that anyone over 30 that had a MySpace page should lie and say they are under 30. Sadly, my MySpace expiration date was 4 years ago. It served it's purpose though. I made contact with some old friends and co-workers that I hadn't chatted with since my hiatus into the deep, dark world of clubbing and then into the exhausting, yet rewarding world of parenthood. Even though the MS blog was appealing, I just want something simple. This seems to fit me right now.