what about me?..

Maybe it matters. Maybe it doesn't.

I wonder this question all the time. What am I "about"?

I don't pretend to know anything or be some sort of philosophical brainiac, although don't tell my husband because somewhere along the way he once thought I was mysterious. Funny... I KNOW! Mysterious is probably the last thing you'd label a self-inflicted dork.

a smart person once said:

Do your very best and you will be noticed. - Oprah Winfrey

my restlessness is my nemesis

They say sometimes in life you just have to write. Okay. Actually nobody says that, but what I have heard is that in order to follow your dreams and do what you love... you just have to go for it. But what if you don't really know what your dream is?

What if in your head, you have so many dreams and aspirations you don't really know where to start? That's me.

I want to do it all. I want to cook. I want to have kids. I want to write a book. I want to have a great blog. I want to have an awesome cookbook series. I want to go to college (again... why? I don't know). I want to be successful. I want to be happy. I want to have a life outside of work, but I want to work too. I want to travel. I want to see things. I want to do things, but I also want to be lazy.

I'm like a walking paradox. I want everything but have no way of knowing how to begin - let alone the energy on some days to even do any of this stuff. I'm just tired. But am I really? Or is that an excuse?