Average is only Average 

My name is Tina. 

I'm slightly overweight,

slightly employed

slightly pacifistic

slightly lazy.

However, I am above average at making excuses for the state that I'm in. 

Some examples:

You may think that sitting on the couch all day is slothful, but really, I'm fighting varicose veins. 

You may think that I should go to college, But really, its just a trap. College is for the conveyor belt types. I'm way too special for all that.

You may think I'm a talented songwriter/musician/performer, but there are so many people out there than can do exactly what I do. People who don't have kids or jobs or bills to pay. Squandering my "talent" is the responsible thing to do. And besides, I had a good run. I'm satisfied.

I'm also quite talented in lying to myself. I fall for it every time. Damn, I am good.

I don't need personal success to be happy
I don't care what other people think of me
There can't possibly be calories in baked chips.

Even in creating this blog, I first googled "how many active blogs are there?"  Google could have simply replied "more than ten" and I would have felt defeated. Instead, Google swiftly informed me that there are, in fact, 156 million blogs on this kaleidoscope of chaos known as the world wide web. It was all I had within me to ignore the daunting stat and start typing my seemingly pointless rantings.

I have recently, and fortunately I may add, cultivated a new romance in my life with one of the go-getters of the world. He pays his bills on time, and he almost always knows exactly where his keys are. I mostly just stare at him in wonderment most of the time, feeling like a rescue puppy. I mean, I pat myself on the back if i have clean underwear in my drawer every day.

But I digress.

My point, (If there's even one to make) is as follows: There are a lot of great people out there meandering about, with not goals, no motivation and virtually no plan. I have been a proud member of this demographic since 1988. And I have convinced myself that I am ok with that.

But I'm not.

I'm just a big scarred flabby baby.

This blog post marks the begining of a year of change for me.

Stand by.....