Inspiration can come in many forms. Today, as a marched dutifully to class, I did a whiplash double-take at the pedestrian passing me. Her khaki shorts happened to be the exact color of her skin and, having been wedged so far between her thighs, it looked like this girl was wearing only panties. I'm not covert enough to take pictures, but if I were, this would be the lead photo on a new website: peopleofFSU.com. Akin to peopleofwalmart.com, peopleofFSU.com would feature "what-were-they-thinking" moments and full color photographs of the perpetrators in question. My revelation is that incidences like this need to be shared. We can't harbor these offenses inside, we must purge them. So, since the URL is probably already taken for peopleofFSU.com, and since incidences like this occur on every college campus, (and because I'm not committed enough to keep up a blog AND a website) I plan to make it part of this blog. Send me your photos and we can commentate together!
To be sure, I've been a slacker. Keeping up a blog is like keeping up an old friendship. Sometimes, you let the conversation slip for so long that you're afraid to even initiate interaction again. Sometimes a major occasion or holiday is just the thing to get the ball rolling again. Hence why I thought it appropriate to write again after my long-time neglect on my birthday, National Talk Like a Pirate Day. It is around my birthday that I start to take stock of my life, make new goals, etc. I have decided this year to make my goals tougher than they ever have been before: I decided to make them about moderation. I'm usually an all or nothing type of gal so it's either Atkins or Veganism, elliptical for at least an hour or no gym at all, total-push-over-mom or pulling-my-hair-out-stressed-out-mom, etc. So, the goal this year is to take stock of what's most important and focus on that. Everything else is peripheral and really not worth the ulcer. Here's to a year of moderation: of the pendulum resting in the middle instead of swinging manically. Here's to a year of growing up.