So, I have never written a blog in my life. It might surprise those who know me, given I seem to have way too much to say, but the thought behind this blog is maybe I will stop spouting my useless opinion onto those around me and instead share it with the world to criticize or ignore. If you have read the about me page, you have seen the warning about my caffeine induced rants that are sure to come. By the way that is completely how this blog got started this morning. Warning this is a long rant and I promise to keep future rants shorter. I think.

I was on the way to work and couldn’t stop thinking about how I still haven’t figured out what kind of life I want to live. I’m not sure if I’m the only one, but I tend to think, all the time, how I would be if I were in a different life.

I could go city and live in a cute condo with my hubby and dogs. It would be nice to walk instead of having to drive everywhere and we would work close to home and go to dinners at unique restaurants tucked away that only those in the city ever seem to find.

Then again, I could live in the country. Close to nature and in one of those towns where everyone knows everyone. My family is from places like this and every time I go visit them I think how wonderful it is to be far away from the overwhelming material things I see every day and just enjoy the time with friends and the slower pace of life.

Both of these lifestyles are easily achievable and are at my fingertips if I were to choose which one I want and then of course convince my husband. Then there are the daydreams of a life overseas again. One where we move to a foreign country and enjoy living in a different culture, I constantly tell my husband how exciting it could be to live in one country and be able to vacation in others that are just a car ride away. This usually pops up when I see photos from my sorority sisters who live abroad or any time my father has to travel overseas.

I don’t know if it’s just me, everyone else seems to know exactly who they want to be. My problem is not that I am unhappy, I just can’t decide. I have determined this comes from the fact that I am a planner and also happen to be a very restless person. Two things that do not go well together. I, at one point thought taking a vote would be best, it didn’t workout so well. So I decided to leave my life decision up to the reliable game of MASH.

For those of you who would like to know, I am suppose to be married to my Husband, living in a Mansion in the Mountains and driving a Range Rover. The thing about MASH though is it doesn’t tell me how to accomplish that, so I am guessing I win the lottery sometime soon.