You Will Be Happy...

It's funny that I started this blog to jot down the many ridiculous occurrences in my life.  I was seeking an outlet then and here I am once again seeking yet another outlet.  This time, instead of just capturing random situations, I'm blogging for my life.  Tired of spilling my everything to the same ears, I've decided to spill them here to which ever lonely soul decides to pick on this pathetic little blog....

I got my palm read once.  It's something I will NEVER do again.  It's a daunting thing hearing the truth from a total stranger.  I'd say she read my body language but that has nothing to do with the fact that she totally recited  my future to me without giving me any specific dates or reasons.  There are two things that she mentioned that I'm still patiently waiting for.  She said I would meet my soul mate in my late 20's... and that I would be happy.  So here I am, 26 years old and not so patiently awaiting happiness.

If I were to sum up my current situation in one word, that word would be overwhelmed.  But I'm overwhelmed for all of the wrong reasons.  Instead of sitting in an office in the marketing department of a budding business, I now sell designer shoes to tasteless house wives of Long Island.  Instead of taking off every few months to see the world as planned, I rush home after work to tend to my mother who suffered a massive stroke one day last year while walking into her favorite department store in Midtown Manhattan.  Instead of climbing on top of Wayne and taking out my frustrations at night, I climb into my bed with the dog each night as he calls a cot in a prison cell in a Brooklyn federal detention center "home".

But I promise to continue to seek the bigger picture in my life.  It has to be out there somewhere just waiting for me to finally arrive at my destination.  My unhappiness has to have reached its apex and life has to start being enjoyable again.  So through each rejection from a perspective new job, each missed social gathering and each court date ending with no answer as to a freedom date, one phrase from a palm reader continues to riddle through my head:  YOU WILL BE HAPPY.