I'm in Chinook

So after being dazed by an incredibly random book in Chapter's, I limped across the mall to update this blog, I discovered a Dell kiosk and soon found that their computers don't have internet, the cheap jerks. Nevertheless, I escaped the grip of the salesman. I don't like salesmen unless I ask them for help, to which questions they can never find the bloody answer to or respond to in an understandable dialect. I'm a salesman's daughter. I was a sales(wo)man. Stop selling me North American crap that supposedly we all "need" in order to survive on this planet. Please and thank you give me a tree to live in or a tribe to join.

It's like a gym membership: you pay money to stand on some electronic-controlled, plastic, stationary contraption, through which the exercise never amounts to anything due to the overwhelming amount of junk that you consume. PUH-LEASE. Go the hell outside and move your body like it's supposed to, in real-life air with real-life grass without any useless monitors and machines strapped on. Plus it's free, so take your fill.

Note: these are obviously my opinions based on some research and personal preference. In no way am I asking you to agree with me.

Thanks for reading, anyway.

Components

I like that word. Components.

One day I'm going to see a movie in the theatre by myself. Just because.

And have you looked outside today? I swear a tornado could come at any moment, and I'll be ready when it does! Meet me in the middle of that field when it comes, cause then it'll sweep us out of lil ol' kansas and onto somewhere yonder beyond.

I'm in a stage where I have the desire to create things with my hands (whether that be clothes or art), and the motivation is kicking around somewhere, but I'm almost nonchalant about the whole idea of getting up and actually doing something. I need a routine really bad. I like routine. It's been enough of all-over-the-place spontaneity and even boredom that now I want some structure in my life. When that gets boring, I'll just overhaul it. Or go travelling.

Honestly, I'm so ready to be travelling. I keep thinking about Israel and being amongst the things I love, and even if I don't get accepted into Birthright, I'm still going to go. And from there I'll go to Slovenija. And Turkey. And the rest of Europe. And Spain. And Morocco. And north Africa if it's safe enough. Come with me. Get ready and come with me. We just need to wait a little while longer. A few months at most, and then we'll depart and live a dream life that's been awaiting us ever since we began existing.

G-d has this all figured out, I'm sure. His timing and His direction. I can't sit around waiting for Him, however. I need to start doing something that'll even have a direction. Then G-d will steer my ship to whichever ocean I'm destined to sail.

You, G-d, are my map. From the most secret corner in my soul, I love You.

First and Foremost

So I had another blog. But it's over. The end.

Here's to new beginnings, starting fresh, and a flipped leaf.