Simple Plan...

For those of who thought I would be talking about the band, Sorry to disappoint you... I'm not. I'm talking about my life.

I would say that I am a fairly average woman. Nothing to write home to mom about (unless of course you're my mom and then you'll expect some letters). Those who know me, know I'm not super intelligent. I'm pretty logical, but my book smarts isn't at hot-shot caliber. I am not a terribly complex person nor do I have a one-track mind. I'm pretty sarcastic when I want to be, but deep and insightful to those whom I trust. I can sing along to the radio and talk on the phone while driving... but only to a certain extent. I am not very ambitious or a particularly high achiever. I consider myself fairly crafty, but only to prevent utter and complete boredom. NOTE: It does not take much to bore me. I am not exceptionally beautiful. Pretty enough for my guy friends to consider dating me, yet not pretty enough to keep them from moving on when someone prettier catches their eye. Overall, I'd like to think I am a fairly simple person. A simple woman who wants simple things.

HOWEVER... I'd be a simple liar if I didn't admit to you that I have quite a few not-so-simple desires. I'd like to work in a place where I feel I can grow, but not have to start at the bottom. I'd like to have a job that pays well enough to support my rather impulsive lifestyle. To be doing something that I love and still be paid well enough for movies, starbucks, random shopping outings and the monthly rent of an apartment that is free of ant infestations. I want a 'You've Got Mail' style walk-up brownstone with wooden floors and red brick walls. I want to be better at song-writing. I want to write songs that mean something... not just to me, but to the people that hear them. Songs that seemingly connect me with people that would have otherwise remained unknown. I want to own a coffee shop, somewhere I can befriend the neighborhood patrons and have open-mic nights every Friday. Own a place where people are free to create and perform whatever they are feeling while others sit back and experience while sipping on their large decaf mochas and raspberry iced teas. I want a simple husband. Who doesn't mind if I want to sleep in on Saturdays. A man who helps with the dishes, who sings out loud at church, and who thinks I'm funnier than I do. A simple man with a simple faith who finds my unexceptional beauty rather exceptional.

So yes... I'll admit it. I am a simple woman with not-so-simple ideals for my life. I guess... in theory, that makes me some sort of walking oxymoron...but in reality, that makes me who I am. The dichotomy of it all, though it seems outrageous, is yet another thing that makes me fairly average.

For now, I am going to take my fairly average self and head to bed. I have the day off tomorrow and I plan to clean up my apartment in hopes to rid myself of the previously mentioned ant infestation. (Don't be jealous) It's hard to believe it's already Wednesday, not to mention already July 5th. Where does the time go?? :)

Goodnight friends,
tempa