Sometimes when I am cruising down the road, or sitting on the couch or laying in bed wide awake, the overwhelming desire to be AWESOME hits me full force right in the gut. I don't know what I want to be awesome at, or how I would go about doing it, but I just do. I know it isn't musically related...I can't carry a tune in a pail, or play even the kazoo, although I have been told I run a mean iPod! I am not all that good with painting or drawing or anything related to that outlet...my sister is pretty good at it though...I think she got my share of that along with her own.
I just need to do something spectacular, something mind-bogglingly cool! I yearn for it. I think a lot of people figure out their awesome much earlier in life. One of my dearest friends from school ALWAYS wanted to be a nurse. I mean, from the first time I met her, she wanted to, and that was in like the fourth grade. And here she is several years later doing (and loving) just that! And I have it on good authority she is awesome at it! She is one example, and there are many more. I wager you know a few, or maybe are one of those who found their awesome already. Not me, not yet! I went to school. I have four (ok nearly five) years of university under this belt of mine, but to what end? I'll tell you that end, the switching of my major like a million and two times, wanting to know lots of different things and never fixing on the one that would make me awesome. There was always something standing in my way with each choice. Take my last choice (this has been several years ago now), geology! I love rocks and dirt and learning all I can about the minerals and gems and everything that has to do with geology, well, everything that is except that darn math! Who knew you had to be a math whiz to play in the rocks and dirt all day! I truly thought geology was it, I had gone through English, History, and sociology and finally settled on my first love as a child (no really ask my Mum someday! I never came home until my pockets were full of cool rocks), and then found that I didn't have mad enough mathematical skills to succeed, and with finances tight like they were then, I dropped out so my sweetest one could finish!

And here I am again (no really that is me), NEEDING to find my awesome. Where is it? I love baking and making chocolates and I fancy photography and writing, and writing about photos and attempting to write children's books, but is one of these MY awesome? IF I work at THAT, will that overwhelming desire to be awesome be fill to overflowing, or will I still on occasion feel that burning need to be more than I am, cooler, more awesome?

















































