Well, I'm back from the dead...almost quite literally. I was ill for about 2 weeks. Being sick is the WORST. It's not cute. I watched "you've got mail." Meg Ryan, you are a liar. I wish I looked as good as Meg Ryan when I was sick. I wish I looked as fabulous as Emily Blunt did in "Devil Wears Prada" when she was sick. She did have the right description about my illness though, "It's like death, warmed up." It's such an inconvenience. It's like the universe is telling you, "you need to take it easy. You need to relax. You need the flu." Well you know what, universe? I'm not going to do that! I'm going to continue to go to work! I'm going to help my ex move! (another story entirely) I'm going to continue to dance and work out until I pass out! ...This is why I've been sick for 2 weeks. I've realized something, though, while I was confined to bed, watching "The Office" and tearing through a roll of toilet paper (I find toilet paper works better to blow your nose than flimsy Kleenex does...just something to keep in mind for your next cold.) I realized that my being sick wasn't the reason I wasn't doing anything with my life. I should explain maybe...At one point during my sickness, I shuffled out of the bathroom and into my room and took a look. I looked at my unmade bed that I would be plopping back into. I looked at the piles of laundry all over the floor, not remembering which pile was dirty and which was clean. I looked at my T.P.'d floor and the overflowing garbage. Then I yelled as loud as I could in my head, "I want my life back!!!" Then went back to sleep. I realized that being sick wasn't just the reason for me wanting my life back. I've been living at my parents for almost a month now and I am STILL not close to where I wanted to be. Of course, it helps to know WHERE you want to be and WHAT you want to do with your life. I'm still working on that. But, once I got better (thank you Sudafed and NyQuil.) I began figuring things out. I'm starting to go to church again, but I don't know that I want to be overly-religious. I was wanting to eat healthier, but I think that, instead, I'm just going to have a healthier view of my body (THAT one could take awhile.) I decided that I want to make my job my career and be there for the long haul. I love my job, why not stay there until I die? I also decided that I have a lot of friends that I'm neglecting. I'm a very independent person and hate making plans and committing to other people, but at this time in my life, I think that I need to be open to the idea of letting others in. So, instead of spending hours scrolling down pinterest (seriously... 'load more pins?' "why yes, of course, thank you.") I am working on going out with my family and inviting friends over for dinner. I even let my friends and family know how important they were to me on Facebook. (until Facebook kicked me off for 'suspicious activity.' Apparently you can't write nice things on 25 people's walls without sending up some red flags.) Now...am I where I want to be at in life? No. I still have a long way to go. My goal now is to enjoy the journey and try not to get sick again for a long time. Orange juice and multi-vitamins: I'm ready...