A Whole Lotta Nothing

Alright, so it just occurred to me that I’ll be visiting my therapist (haha! Love to say that) in a couple of days, and I have not blogged in awhile. She sure likes to chew on me (very gently) in order to hold me accountable as far as my journal/blog goes. Since she is the only return reader my blog has, I will honor her accountability. That being said, I really feel as if I don’t have a damn thing to talk about lately. Oh you know, I could complain about some of the usual things I find myself complaining about. “So and so dismissed me. It hurt my feelings. As a result I’ve felt angry, alone, or confused.” Yadda, yadda, yadda. Or, how about this. My babysitter quit. My sales are down at work. Somebody buy a dress please! http://stores.shop.com/dresslikeyoumeanit I never have unpacked all the boxes from my move (from 2 months ago). I need to do laundry. I’d like to quit smoking. I need to take the GRE so I can apply to college to begin my masters. I need to choose a college. I need to save money. I need to make money. I need to work out. Or I could talk about what I have been doing. I gave my son a haircut today (no, I don’t have any professional training). I went to a renaissance festival over the weekend. I also went to a dueling piano bar with my little brothers. I had my car repaired after the hail damage. I’ve paid some bills. I’ve slept. I’ve worked. I cleaned my grandma’s kitchen today. I made my grandma dinner. I saw a guy masturbating (pretty sure) in his car in a parking lot today. Or what I like to do. I like to brush my roommate’s dog. I enjoy scrapbooking. I love reading. I love to sleep. I love talking. I like to sew. I LOVE shopping (I even get to do it for a living). I feel very rewarded when I do for others. Or I could tell you what my daughter says about me. Mom, your butt jiggles. Mom, you have a lot of pimples. Mom, you are beautiful. Mom, quit calling yourself fat. Mom, you never let me play with my friends. Mom, you never let me drink soda. Mom, you are the greatest mom ever. Mom, you are weird. Or I can talk about how I often feel. Lonely. Dismissed. Desiring to be noticed by somebody, anybody? Unaccomplished. Lazy. Alone. Depressed. Weary. Busy. Or I can tell you how I’ve felt about myself lately. I’ve felt pretty darn confident (that’s big). I have felt loved. I have felt smart. I have felt very content in my singleness. I have felt useful. I have felt like a good mom.
Alas, my blogging often comes from bouts of depression, or anger, or loneliness, or confusion. I don’t suppose I’ve felt much of that as of late. Therefore I don’t have much to say. But I’ve said a lot anyways. Now, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my 2 follower who may or may not be reading this. And, now I’m signing off. Peace.