Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

WATCH OUT. Legit, I am the next Joan Jett. ...without all the tatoos, piercings, drugs...etc etc etc I had my first guitar lesson and I think I missed my calling. I absolutely love it and I absolutely have no idea what I'm doing. I can play the major chord and the Jaw's theme song. Because it's two notes. On the same string. Using the same finger. Whatever, let's not get picky. So I show up to class and no one has any idea what they're doing. Jesus bless this poor professor because 1/2 the class doesn't speak English, 1/4 of the class didn't bring a guitar (...and you were planning on strumming.....what?) and then there was me and this other girl who couldn't stop laughing the corner. Cue the class clown. Why is it always me. But everyone stopped laughing when I pulled out an almost $2,000 guitar. A bit much for a girl who doesn't even know the names of the strings? Maybe. But when do I ever do anything half way? Within a week of joining the triathlo...

Let's begin with a question: How did this happen? That's a good one. Straight forward, to the point. How eloquent. No, but honestly, truly and absolutely - how is it already my senior year of college? I feel so old and so young all at the same time. You think that's possible? Young because I still make stupid faces at myself in the mirror, get teary eyed when I watch Peter Pan, and need my afternoon nap. Young because I throw tantrums and eat too much dessert and have no sense of the loudness of my own voice. Young because I spend way too much money, pick running over just about anything, and dance around in the morning to blasting music which is probably why my neighbors don't speak to me in the elevator. Young because I still have this great sense that I'm going to do great things and have a great life, and I'm still young enough to have options and take chances without royally messing anything up. It's having that naive attitude that comes with the young...