Down with Steaks!

Have you ever said to yourself, “No, I definitely was not made to be doing this my whole life” ?

Giant freaking sigh, I say that every day.

I wait tables. Fancy ones, with fancy people and expensive food. We won’t even talk about the wine.

I’ve done it for a few years now, but only recently to this new restaurant and only recently in Michigan. There are differences, big ones, the biggest one being me constantly saying to myself, “What the hell am I doing?”

It’s a coveted position, oddly enough, being a server at this restaurant, a job most would be grateful for.  Understand, I am very grateful, as are my college tuition lenders, but I can’t seem to kick this feeling that I am supposed to be doing something exponentially different.

So what the cuss is it? Helloooo! Anybody out there?

Ok, I’ll keep hoping I find it.

As I scamper off to don my bowtie and pretend to care if your food is cooked properly, I leave you with my best regards.

Cheers my friends!

Welcome, Self!

Hello fellow wanderers of life.

I’m vastly unaware of what’s in store for us here, but I am also intrigued and wholly excited to begin this journey together.

I’m a 25 year-old, single female, living in West Michigan.  It is a land of the married, and the survival rate for singles is dwindling. 

I did always see myself married by now, with kids even, along with a solid job using my degree.  It’s such a smiley, happy portrait, isn’t it?

Well, plans have a way of escaping from me. (They’re sneaky!) So now, instead of the aforementioned life, I am single, no kids, and no degree (though the student loans I pay would suggest otherwise).  How is a girl to survive in this Bible-Belt of Michigan?  I’m as interested as you are.

But, let’s start with small travels, a simple job, perhaps a couple dates here and there.  My family is out of their minds as well, so that’ll be fun too.

Cheers to you!  But cheers to me also, don’t want to be pickin’ favorites!