Some days....

Some days I think I just want to be a waitress in some small town diner. The kind of small town where nothing significant happens from day-to-day. Where you just get to hear all of the local gossip...how so-and-so got shit-faced at the honky-tonk on Saturday, and how big the turnout was for whichever charity's BBQ fundraiser.

Not my home town, but another small town, where I get the chance to be more of an outsider looking in.

I have many random thoughts like this...on which direction I want my life to take next. I chalk it up to my birthday being right around the corner. Just a few more days and I'll be 29. One year older, none the wiser, right?

I've always been the type of person who's afraid I am missing out on something, which is why you will find that I'm rarely idle. When people ask me out to do something, or to take a trip somewhere, most of the time I will go for it. Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'.

But every once in awhile I find myself wondering if I need to slow down and savor more of the small things in life. Do I make the right decisions? Not always.

Maybe I'm just waiting for a sign to point me in the right direction. I have a vague road map of where my life should be going, and when forced with a fork in the road, I tend to take the "one less traveled by."

But what if it's the wrong road altogether?

Just another day of random rambling tangents from my brain...

Song of the day: "Hospital Beds" Cold War Kids