Dear God,

Make me a bird so I can fly far far away from here.

I don't know what's in the air these days, but I'm starting to think that Jenny (of Forrest Gump fame) had it right. She wanted to be a bird. To fly, far, far away. From here. Granted, she was being abused by her father and had Forest as her only friend, but the general gist feels so right, right now. I would love to take off and just fly away. Perhaps return to Italy and spend a countless number of days eating and climbing steps (the Italians had to find some way to burn off all of those carbs...) Some (trained professionals) would argue that these flight instincts are my body's way of avoiding some topics.... Pfffft! Now what would I want to avoid????? The fact that I am unemployed? Am still living with my mother who is crazy as a loon (honestly folks... certifiably crazy)? Am quickly reaching a level of cynicism Dr. House worthy?And am currently eating my way through my unemployment which is causing me to... perhaps... avoid wearing my usual confident diva garb and choose pajamas and oversized t-shirts? Pffft. Nothing to avoid there. haha.

The truth, my internet friends, is that while I never defined myself as my career, I did put a certain value on what I did for a living. I felt useful and needed and now, not so much. Deep down I know that I have more value than what I did and what I will go into next. At this very moment though, it's hard to see past it all. Super hard in fact to overcome the feeling that I am now somehow damaged goods and without a purpose.

Wait a minute? What's that I hear? The world's tiniest violin playing me tune? Yup.

I guess the only thing I can do is try to turn my frown upside down and find one thing to be thankful for today - because as we know (from daytime tv), that it could be SO MUCH WORSE... So, I leave you with this: Today I am thankful for Judge Milian because she rules fairly and does it with her latina gold hoops in and nails done every time.