A long, long, long time ago (and about thirty pounds ago) I was a ballerina girl. There was a flock of us. Or would we be called a gaggle? A gaggle of lanky, awkward, silly girls who spent all their time in rehearsal, practice, stretching and conspiring. We had this theory about our instructor Ms. Dorothy. The theory was that we could predict what sort of mood she was in by the type of earrings she was wearing. If Ms. Dorothy was in a good mood she would take the time to match a dangly, beautifully beaded pair of earrings to her leotard and dance skirt. If she was not in a pleasant mood (and this sourness of mood was certain to be taken out on us young dancers) she would hurriedly place a pair of boring studs in her ears before leaving for the studio.
I can’t tell you if this theory is true or not because as quickly as we came up with it we moved on to another topic. There was very little research involved in our philosophizing.
Today is Monday. A Monday that rides in on the wave of a difficult weekend. I donned my own version of Ms. Dorothy’s dangly earrings. Six inch leopard print heels. At least I’m surfing the wave of a crappy weekend in fabulous footwear.
Unsettled and unhappy for all the same reasons. Dare I say I’m in the exact same place I was seven years ago?
The friends are the same, just married and with children.
The haunts are the same, except now it’s dirty martinis and tuna tartare instead of Miller Light and potato skins.
The closet still overflows but with vintage Halston instead of Forever 21.
The church is the same, the weather is the same, the boys are the same and the list of summer activities in Northwest Florida is the same.
I miss my home in Orlando. A weekend visit made me long for the variety and the perks that come with life in a big city. Bored and lonely any day of the week? Fear not! There is a list full of activities one can participate in and even meet new people. The amount of those in a similar state of life as I is staggering. Single twenty and thirty-somethings are doing things!!!
Museums, activities, art shows, events and music. I miss it. The variety! The people!
I’m ready to run. I did it once before and I’ll do it again.
So my plea is to all you Northwest Floridians out there. The ones who don’t judge, who have a world view greater than the one they are involved in. The ones who would rather live life then sit on the sidelines and watch. Will you be my friend? Will you include me in your life and show me that this city really has more to offer? Or is it a lost cause? Is this all there is? I’m open and I’m willing and ready. And most importantly I am BORED. BORED OUT OF MY MIND!!! I’ve never been desperate a day in my life until now.
Help!!!
