Domestic Geek

Well, the pamphlet I was sent home with from the dentist said I might bruise and boy, did I ever! I woke up in horrible pain this morning, went and looked in the mirror and my jawline is all black and blue. Looks like somebody punched me good. I know this is part of the healing phase, but I looked like an abused woman. I hope nobody at work thinks Marcus hits me or anything.

I'm trying to be good and not mess with the wound with my tongue. I definitely did better with that today than I did yesterday. I'm getting impatient for it to heal, though, because I'm tired of soft foods already. I mean, I'm glad that I can eat, but I'm craving bread or something.

Laura had something posted on her blog today about how Chipotle is giving away free food if you donate food for the Food Bank of the Rockies. Wah, I can't chew a burrito right now!

If you read here regularly, you know I like to participate in the Ten on Tuesday meme. This one this week threw me.

The topic was 10 Occupations You Wanted to Be When You Were Young. Honestly, I can't remember. How sad is that? I don't remember ever wanting to be anything. I know little kids say they want to be firemen, a nurse or superheros or something, but I don't remember if I wanted to be anything. I went through my whole life just kind of expecting that I'd be a mom. Even while studying music, I never saw myself as a musician. I didn't even think about going to college until I was in my senior year in high school and figured keeping on with school was better than getting a job. I only studied to be a teacher because I didn't know what else to do. I figured I'd meet someone in college and get married and that would be that. Well, we all know that didn't happen. So there I was, out of school, no passion for a career I had chosen and no prospects of becoming a mom. As I kept meandering through life, just getting by, I came to the realization that I didn't really want to be a mother, either.

It's that lack of passion for anything that has had me so lost, angry, confused. When faced with the question, "What would you do with your life if money was no object?," I have no answer. Sure, I have some hobbies I enjoy, but no real goals. Even now, being 40, I still don't know what I want to be. That's sad, isn't it?