About Time

Timing is everything in this sweet little world we dwell in. Sometimes the Universe throws us a bone and everything comes together like a fine tuned symphony and other times things turn out so horribly that it makes you want to scream "REALLY?!?!" into the cosmos. If I had arrived at a scene a moment sooner or later than I had, would life as I know it be different? And if so, how drastically would that change the lives of the people I know? Perhaps it is all left to chance, even so, doesn't the variable of chance teeter on the concept of time?

With the consistent twists and turns my life has overcome, I frequently find myself questioning the concepts of time and destiny ... like when I'm noshing on a chocolaty treat in the mid-afternoon. And even more often I find myself doing a physical activity, like running, to clear my mind of all the incessant thoughts. Just the other day I explained to someone that I need to do things to stay out of my head ... it's not a safe place for anyone. I usually find that I am over-thinking things, over-analyzing situations and just plain overloading myself with unnecessary worry. In effect, I'm just plain wasting my time. I digress.

So in this complex space / time continuum are we in charge of where our destiny takes us or are we at the whim of the Universe? Should we be pumping our fists in the air when things don't go exactly as planned, when mere minutes can change everything we have worked so hard for? I believe we should be grateful for the time we've had, and that which lies ahead of us because in the end it's who we spent our time with and what we spent our time doing that is truly important.

Until next time -
xoxo

On my play list this evening:
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer
Flying High - Jem
Us of Lesser Gods - Flogging Molly
Stepping Stone - Duffy
I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab for Cutie
Colors - Amos Lee

The Hunt

As an almost 30 something single woman, I've come about many interesting scenarios ... but none more compelling than the world of dating. Which leads me to this one HUGE question: Where did chivalry go?

Once upon a time, gentlemen asked young women out on dates, opened the door, paid endearing compliments and occasionally brought flowers. Times have changed and they are scary. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the women's lib thing; however, some traditions are nice to uphold on the occasion (per say a first date or a special outing).

Since when did women become the hunters, the proverbial cavemen who pursued their potential mate? Why has this daunting task been thrown on our shoulders as yet another burden to bear? Is it not enough that we have to worry about how much we weigh, if our hair is properly done, if we smell nice, look nice, what we say, who we say it too, PMS ... the list goes on. Now we have to be in charge of date's as well. Which also leads to more stressful situations such as when you should call, what do you do if he doesn't call, waiting for his call ... it all kind of takes the fun out of dating. Something I had previously thought would be a little enjoyable is more like work than anything and causes more anxiety than a colonoscopy.

Honestly, I don't know how people do it. I've thought about giving up on the whole damn thing, but unfortunately I'm a mushy believer in love. Stupid love.

Ahhh. One day.

Until then ... xoxo