Remember when times were this easy? All you were expected to do was be sweet and obey - the rest was kind of up to you. There was a roof over your head that you didn't have to worry about or make payments on. Somehow the food was always (hopefully) on the table. You're not really sure how it got there and it was always a PLEASURE to be involved in the cooking process. Even washing the dishes afterwards was a joy as long as you got to help alongside mom and dad?
And then all you wanted to do was grow up? Why did we think that way? The freedom we thought we'd have is tied down by bills and jobs you don't really care for... obligations you're not sure how you got tied to in the first place.
Anyway... I like blogs for the pictures - so I'm going to stop blabbering on. I've just been in a funk. A funk that requires some serious change in order to get out of... Just have to figure out what that change is and how to come about making it.