Figuring it all out

Maybe one day I should be on a Jeopardy show. Not that I know a damn thing about obscure knowledge or history or literature. But I'm always asking questions. I could invent a game about questions.

I'm the one that can always come up with something to ask about. Have I always been this way? I'm not sure. I don't remember. My memory stinks and it has gotten worse ever since I had my daughter (October 29, 2007). I'm always analyzing this or that about myself, my life, my choices, the fruit in the grocery aisle, my socks with the holes in them, and so on and so on.

I wonder if I'll ever be truly satisfied or find a place where I can just be and relax. At age 30, I had hoped I would have had more things figured out by now. Nope! I'm more confused now than ever. I struggle with being a good mom, a good wife, a good friend, a good person. Do I believe in God? Do I really need that piece of chocolate? Why didn't I remember to pick up that liquid dish detergent on my way home? It's always something....

Maybe writing this blog will help me figure things out. Or maybe it will just be fun or a journey that I can share with my daughter Vivian someday. We'll find out. Let the fun (and lots of questioning) begin....