One day about a year ago I went to a Renaissance Faire & decided to go to a fortune teller to read my palm. I always thought things like this were cool...maybe just maybe they would be right. Well after about a 3 minute inspection of my left hand which is the picture above the fortune teller sighed & said, "Miss you have far too many lines on your hand that it's just too hard to read. Let me give you your money back." Dumbfounded I just stared at her blankly for a minute & she then closed my hand into a soft fist & then said, "It's okay. You have the hands of a tired worker & your life is very complicated it seems. But your young, things change." I don't know if she was just tired from the day & didn't want to decipher the many lines on my hand or if maybe she was right.
I've always seemed to have a complicated life. That must be why I have a ridiculous amount of lines on my hands. Nothing is ever easy. You would think for a single girl, only child, has a job, lives at home, has a few friends, that has graduated from college would get a lil lesser of a load of stress & complication. Nope. I wish I did.
The boy never just likes me & then calls, the job will one day turn to a nightmare, the friends will back-stab me & not care when any human being would in the situation, the pain in my side is actually something wrong, the ex never just leaves they want to be friends, the pretty high-heels make me trip a lil every now & again, & the waterproof 18 hour eye-liner fades so I look like a raccoon when I come home from work. How do get out of this maze? How to look past this rut?
I've kinda started off the new year like I started off this blog. Many things to do but will I ever actually do them? It's so easy just to say this or that. Well I'm starting to them. The fortune teller gave me my money back so I have to change this tired worker future...
Firstly I took The Mess, My Brown Eyed Mr. Big, that I wish would come back in my life but I'm just kidding myself, off my Speed Dial. Maybe if I don't see his name everytime I click the number 7 I will forget easier. He's gone, I haven't talked to him without a short text in about a month & a half. I'm upset but I have to move on. He gave me the "We gotta chill soon" a while back but when I responded "That'd be cool, I miss you." There was no back response from him. I put all the lil things he's given me over the past 3 years in a box for safe keeping. No use looking at all the stuff. No use at all. I can't bring myself to call. I want to check up on the friend I so dearly miss but I guess he wasn't a friend at all if he will just leave to be in the spotlight with another. Whatever...goodbye Speed Dial #7.
Secondly today I went back to the GYM!!!! Yes, it's been a while but it's really hard to get motivated when your stomach still hurts from your gall bladder removal surgery. But I did it! I walked for a 1.5 miles & Bicycled for 10 minutes. Yes it's not alot but I have to go easy with this. I still am not healed. I learned that from trying to dance like Shakira the other night. Yeah she must have fake hips. hehe.
I don't think you can erase the lines on your hand or alter them, but I can affect the outcome of them. Few small starts on the resolutions but they are starts. I'm not going to be "Calling now for my free reading" but I've very interested in the real outcome. I can't just sit here. I'm on the move, I'm trying & need to keep at it!! *Wishing*
Day #4: Smile Project: Watching the episode of "Mythbusters" about proving the myth that Elephants are actually afraid of Mice. It was hilarious. I laughed so hard!! They are afraid of mice!!!!
Day #5: Smile Project: My mom said she was proud of me that I can balance my checkbook & that I'm aware of how finances work. It made me smile to hear her say that.