Monday, January 20, 2014

The Age of Jesus



Well, another year has passed, and I am another year older as well. It's a very sobering experience when your birthday falls right at the New Year I think. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone who has a birthday between the 1st-6th of January has an annual mid life crisis that consists of taking stock on everything from the bank account to the love life. And, of course, I am no exception to rule. As a Capricorn, we are very serious individuals who strive to be successful in all aspects of life. So after sitting down and doing my self evaluation this year I realized one thing....I need to get my life together.

The great news is, is that this year I turned the same age Jesus was he was found his calling. I would just directly tell you my age, but well, we all know that a woman never really discloses her age. Especially when she looks like she is 26. Ok, you are right, I do look 24. Thank God for being a late bloomer.

But back to the point, my Jesus Age. I am pretty sure turning this magical age means that this is the year that I will find the one thing I am passionate about- outside of heavy drinking and socializing.  Now, I am sure many of you are thinking what does she mean, she already knows what she is good at. If she didn't she wouldn't move across the world. Then I would quickly tell you you are absolutely wrong, like most things and moves in my life I came here on a whim. Because although  it does appear I have my life together, the dirty truth is I am a floater. It is only my good intuition and strong faith that seem to help me paint the picture of stability. I mean let's be honest, since I was 18 each year I make a move, be it a new apartment or new job. In fact, I have never lived any place longer than 4 years since I was 16 years old.  So yes, all of these moves never really left me with the time to really find out what I like to do. But at least I know what I don't want to do and people say that is always the starting point.

Let's be clear though, I am not ashamed of my floater side. It has allowed me to thoroughly  enjoy my life and, after all, plenty of really successful people don't even hit it big until after they are 30. Just in case you doubt me check here. So now there is the obvious question, what will I do? I can confidently say that after weeks of thinking about it... I have no clue. None whatsoever. I am still hoping for that one prolific dream or the big giant sign that just says "Do this stupid." Either one would be greatly appreciated. I would just sit around and daydream small, but unfortunately, my bank account has assured me that it won't be sticking around for that process.

So now is the rock in the hard place, which is really a cave. But the great thing about a cave is that it is technically a tunnel and there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope that when I hit that light there are also clearly written instructions near by..or Jesus just pointing me in the right direction.

Until Next Time. Smooches.

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