i'm impressed

that's the name of the song playing on the cd player right now, not sure who the artist is or if that's really the title of the song but that's what the girl keeps singing and it just kinda resounded with me suddenly. she also says she's looking for a savior, but i recently found mine - me. so i guess i'm impressed with me, although i have a lot of work to do to keep earning that feeling. the symbolism and epiphanies have been coming at me like big, fat raindrops on the windshield of my car as i squint at the wet road ahead lit by two white headlights, barely making this turn and that, hitting the break then easing back on the gas, shifting down then back up. hah! yeah, i'm impressed. maybe 36 was the year i finally grew up and got my shit together! well, it's just started, but it's going well so far.

i'm recovering well from a nasty little cold, one that i should actually give more power to that it was actually able to infiltrate my extraordinary immune system but then again that was another one of the signs. funny, i walked out my front door last week and suddenly found myself blinded by a wave of red & white stripes and a blue blur and i nearly fell down the stairs to the sidewalk before i was able to wave our American flag out of my face and regain my balance. it has been so windy lately! there was a hip, attractive girl passing by the house at that moment and as i reached the bottom of the stairs she said to me "Well America just slapped you in the face, didn't she?!" and we shared a chuckle before i got in my car and she kept walking down the street. no, that story has nothing to do with my getting sick and i don't believe it was any kind of sign but it was humorous and popped into my head just now so i thought i'd share it :)

last week i found myself meeting a friend at a cafe across the city that i hadn't been to in many years, and i was only there once. it was another chapter of my life, a time in which i was abusing my body in another stupid way but snapped out of it shortly thereafter. that evening (last week, not years ago) i got sick and i NEVER get sick. i took it as a sign and have since made a big change in my life. although i can't give all the credit to Cafe Bazaar since my hubby played a hand in it too and i thank him for that. so the last few days i've been taking it easy, laying in bed reading and keeping DayQuil and NyQuil in business. today i felt a thousand times better and did some yard work which has become one of my latest hobbies, "landscaping", "gardening", etc.
i've still got a bit of a headache but that's almost it for the cold - Yes, be gone you piece of shit! clearing my conscience of the guilt of not finishing my travel blog was necessary so now that that's done i am ready to move on with what i really created this blog for. i'm excited. i'm also going to bed now :)

not gonna do it

ok, so the lesson is that travel blogs should be written while traveling not after, or at least that's the case for me. there it is, i finally made peace and am going to put it behind me so i can start using this blog for everyday things without the guilt that i should first finish the travel part. i had a great time, i posted all my pictures and that's that. i wish i had finished writing about it but perhaps that will be a chapter in The Book of Tiffany someday ;)