Serendipity is when you find things you weren't looking for because finding what you are looking for is so damned difficult.

ser·en·dip·i·ty
/ˌserənˈdipitē


adj.
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery.


How serendipitous I stumbled across my old blog EXACTLY three years to the day of my last post. I remembered writing this blog but for the life of me couldn't find the link to it over the last three years. Not until another person sent me a link to their blog and magically it showed I too had a blog account in the upper right hand corner of the page was I magically linked to my long lost blog. I'll take this as a sign that the universe wants me to use this as a form of catharsis and write again, and I'm learning to never question what the universe tells me I should do. I started this blog as a way of turning my life around and how ironic (or using the wondrous word serendipitous again) is it that I stumble across it right at a point of my life I really NEED TO change directions in life!


I reviewed my old posts and I pulled a "Day 4"...I'm a big fat quitter! I quit gymnastics, T-ball, a few relationships, and now fuck me in my space boots walking I'm blog quitter (still no black eyes)! I have no reasons for quitting the blog so I'll offer none, but I intend to pick up where I left off after a brief recap of the past three years: I failed at all my goals and I sorta suck, the end. I guess I'm not a total failure. I've had my ups and downs, but obviously from where I sit here typing I haven't managed to make my life a screaming success. I managed to get another degree, which has only kept me teaching because I'm too afraid to take a chance and do something else. I've had a few relationships, no one liked it enough to put a ring on it. I even managed to live with a TV star for the past year, who after a year of living in a bubble of ignorant bliss it was revealed he basically used his D-list celebrity status, minimal good looks and charm to con older rich women into giving him massive amounts of money all of which he did unsavory things with and left with a bang leaving me with the mind fuck of the century. I really don't want to focus on him because this blog is about personal growth, but from here on out if I do reference him I shall reference him by the name "His Nibs." It was a name given to him by one of his former sugar mommas and I must say is the most fitting name I've ever heard of describing him, so here I will insert my second definition of this blog:


His Nibs

Someone who gives a command or makes a demand, often one who acts in a self-important manner, sometimes one with authority; - used mockingly as a jocose term, as if a title of honor, but not usually in the presence of the person referred to, and usually indicating resentment or contempt.


But enough about yesterday's trash for now, let's focus on tomorrow's treasure. After reviewing my blogs it looks like I have a ways to go to become the girl I want to be mind, body, and spirit...and sadly I would still classify myself as "the throw away girl" but I still have faith in becoming the "keeper girl". Luckily for me I quit this blog early on Day 4(I told you I'm efficient at quitting) which according to the title of the blog(let me crack out my calculator)means I have 356 days to turn my life around and do a full 180!

Ready, set, go bitches!