Getting Older Every Minute

I find myself at one of those significant points in life when I need to make a mature, adult decision even though every fiber of my being wants to choose the reckless, spur of the moment option. Most days of my life I "feel" like I'm no older than a crazy 18 year old girl, but today I feel like the "grey-haired, getting older-every minute, 28 year old that I am." Now, I know, 28 is not THAT old, but I do have the grey hair and all these adult decisions make it feel old.

I've noticed that as I get older, God as strategically placed people in my life that have an abundance of wisdom that needs to be imparted on me. Most times I feel overwhelmingly blessed by these people and at others times I feel nothing more than annoyed. I have consulted three of these such people about this major decision and the first, in all her wisdom, told me exactly what I needed to hear, because it was simply the truth. The second person, totally irritated me (enough said). The third, in her absolute sweetness supported me, but also pushed me in the direction of the mature adult decision.

So, two out of three said what I wanted to hear and three out of three said what I needed to hear (even if it totally annoyed me). So I guess I will be an responsible, adult, 28 year old and make the right decision. Thank you wisdom filled, and slightly annoying friends. Without you I would be a reckless mess.

ED

Blogging....

Soooooo, a few people, whom I trust, have told me I should blog. Blogging, hum.
 Well I read several blogs. Some friend's blogs, some (Pioneer Woman) etc... but what do I have to say?

I even told one such friend, if I blogged, I'd probably get in trouble. But then I thought... "Get in trouble?, I'm an adult... at least I'm suppose to be." Who is going to get me in trouble? If I blog, these are my thoughts, right? So maybe I do have something to say. Maybe someone would like to read what I think about.

So here I am. Blogging. This really goes out of my comfort zone, hence the title "uncertain me". So here is what I think I have to offer: I wear many hats. I'm a woman, a wife, a mother, a therapist, a Christian, a sister, a daughter, a friend, I'm not perfect (nor do I want to be), and I'm a major goofball. I love all these hats I wear, although I can be uncertain of where I actually fit in all these hats. So bear with me, this blog will be rocky, uncertain and goofy. I want to write, and I guess this is the way to get it out there what I think about. So here goes....