my voracious appetite is insatiable. it's not that i need alot of food. i just need to eat a bite of everything. after the bagel, i want fries, followed by a craving for cereal, pb&j, wheat thins, cookies, a banana, yogurt, and maybe some applesauce. make it stoppppp. despite the unstoppable stuffage of my face, i'm giving my body a break today. unless hula hooping becomes an option.
i think this weekend calls for a trip. a road trip. i'm grabbing my jumbo sunglasses and silk handkerchief to control the wild hair blowin in the wind. top down in the faux convertible please. make believe is just as good. i'm itching with excitement. the possibility of shamu is makin me antsy.
random train of thoughts make conversations that much better. it always starts off with a simple question...throw two hours into the mix...and you end up sharing things that you had no intention on sharing. i'm going to the fire pit tonight. the coffee bar meetings is just an appetizer. apparently, 8+ hours is just not enough. how is that even possible? yup...she must be a bestie.
i feel like all i've been doing lately is complaining. my fickle feelings have been driving me a little crazy. i'm trying to dig a little deeper hoping to find an underlying consistency that is much needed. a million quesitons with not a single answer. i'm so removed from where i was just 6 months ago. the path was always neatly paved out for me...adorned with flower petals and glitter most of the time. that's definitely not the case anymore. far from it. but i thought about it. if i woke up tomorrow morning and everything was answered & the rest of my life was set...would i be happy? despite the uncertainties and frustrations, i'm more than content with where i'm at. i'm meant to be here & feel the way that i do...right now...in this moment.
call me Genia Parks.
i think this weekend calls for a trip. a road trip. i'm grabbing my jumbo sunglasses and silk handkerchief to control the wild hair blowin in the wind. top down in the faux convertible please. make believe is just as good. i'm itching with excitement. the possibility of shamu is makin me antsy.
random train of thoughts make conversations that much better. it always starts off with a simple question...throw two hours into the mix...and you end up sharing things that you had no intention on sharing. i'm going to the fire pit tonight. the coffee bar meetings is just an appetizer. apparently, 8+ hours is just not enough. how is that even possible? yup...she must be a bestie.
i feel like all i've been doing lately is complaining. my fickle feelings have been driving me a little crazy. i'm trying to dig a little deeper hoping to find an underlying consistency that is much needed. a million quesitons with not a single answer. i'm so removed from where i was just 6 months ago. the path was always neatly paved out for me...adorned with flower petals and glitter most of the time. that's definitely not the case anymore. far from it. but i thought about it. if i woke up tomorrow morning and everything was answered & the rest of my life was set...would i be happy? despite the uncertainties and frustrations, i'm more than content with where i'm at. i'm meant to be here & feel the way that i do...right now...in this moment.
call me Genia Parks.
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