Sadly, my haircut today was not enough adventure to satisfy my brain taste buds. Although, I do feel slightly accomplished for chopping it off. It's much shorter than I am used to.
But adventure is brewing someplace else.
Neither Blogger nor Facebook is taking me to this "someplace else," however much I enjoy reading into other people's lives.
School's up in the air, employment is a laughable situation, my decisions regarding the future are entirely unmade.
Today I [re]realized that I belong quite elsewhere.
I thought, "San Francisco." I thought, "I could have been a nanny in San Francisco." I thought, "I could have been preparing to be a nanny in San Francisco. Before the end of this year." I thought, "Too bad I didn't get that nanny job in San Francisco."
But why San Francisco? I don't know. It just felt like it could have been a swell decision. Like a satisfying or effective or right or free-spirited or new or different or fulfilling act could have been set into play. Plus, the opportunity was blaring right in front of me.
And since that didn't work out, I obviously have to work with what I have. That's something called Life.
Pity this post will end up in my drafts, likely. If not, I welcome you as warmly as I can to my sphere of thought.
Pity I'm not offering something more visual, like a photograph, or something. I'm only offering a stream of words that had no use except for bubbling on the stove top.
I promise I'll have something posted soon that contains something for the right cerebral cortex of your brain to enjoy.
Hopefully that "something posted" involves adventures of someplace adventurous.