My Life, or Something Like It...

It's Sunday. Not much going on. It snowed last night, so I've been inside most of the day. Contemplating going outside. Being cooped up in my place has definitely given me more time to think.

Just called my mom and asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She declined. I said "Well, since you work I can't call you and ask you to go for a walk in the middle of the day during the week." And she replied: "Well, soon you won't be able to go for a walk during the day either. Don't you want a job?"

And, of course, the good girl that I am, replied, "Yes, of course. But I want a job I want, not just any ole job."

Truthfully, if my mischievous alter ego had a chance to respond she'd say, "I don't want just a job, I want a life. I want to live unconventionally. I want to write and take photos and travel. I want to explore the world. I don't want to be tied down to a nine-to-five existence."

Not only do I want a life, I want to meet a great man who's interesting, charming, smart, sexy as hell and hilarious. A man who thinks I'm fabulous, even on my bad days. One I can talk to and share my most intimate thoughts with. Someone who challenges me, roots for me. Someone who I can build up and motivate and flirt with, as well as lean on when I'm not as strong as I like to believe I am. Someone who gets me; someone I connect with, click with.

And with this "partner in crime," per se, I want to live a life that's fun and exciting to me, to us, with just the right amount of drama added in. I want to be free, to take risks, and to not just do things because everyone else would agree with them or say - "That's how I'd do it."

Is that too much to ask?