The inner workings of a troubled mind.

Winter has taught me a few things...Not really.

It's been a pretty crappy winter. Now that spring has rolled around, I realize that I spent most of winter doing 3 things. I will list them and hope that you don't judge me for I am already judging myself, and we all know that two judges are no good. Unless your on a TV show in which case there should be three. Why, you ask? I have no idea. And it bothers me to no end because I hate odd numbers. Can we just add or subtract a judge? Please? No one needs a third opinion, it just jumbles things up and makes everything uneven...Oh, where were we? List. I am writing a list of pointless things I did during this hell of a winter. Here goes nothing. Literally. 

Hibernate. Explanation? Like I had a choice. If I walked outside, the polar vortex wind would of turned me into a Popsicle. As much as I love that delicious frozen treat, I never want to be one. Not even for Halloween.

Drinking. Why? Because I can. What? Wine, lots of wine. Beer, vodka, and whiskey too. OH MY!  Like I had anything better to do while being forced to stay inside due to dangerous weather. (see above) And for all of you who might be worried about my liver, I did not drink them all at the same time, nor did I drink them in the order listed above. But seriously, in my defense, wine is delicious, and so are grapes which are what wine is made of, so there.

'Hey, Lana, you could of read a book, wrote a book, edited your book...book, book, book!'

Shut up conscience! I don't want to talk about it.  I did take notes and plot out a few potential stories, so yay to that.

Last but not least I come to the most pointless thing I did for no reason at all.
Complaining. I complained about every cold day, every freezing day, every sub-zero day. Yes, I was one of those people. I bitched and moaned everyday about something I had no control of. Totally pointless.

Am I ashamed of myself, you ask? Yes and no. Yes I regret not taking advantage of ALL the free time I had to write an epic novel or beautiful poem or funny short story. But, I don't regret the time I got to spend with my kids. They are getting older, changing; on the path to becoming who they are. I figured out that I had to adapt to that and move forward with them. I don't think of them as my little babies anymore. I've also matured as well. This quiz I took on Facebook told me that I am now mentally 19 years old. Ha! If only my body would believe it.
Like many fables; there is a lesson to be learned. I look back and see the things I've done, shake my head, and awkwardly point a finger at myself.
While I ponder this lesson thing-a-ma-bob, I might as well fill my wine glass up and, oh, grab a blanket because it's freezing outside, and have I mentioned how much I really hate this weather?