The Namesake...

... for this blog is not, in fact, the book The Namesake. I'm a huge fan of explaining why I do certain things that tend to be a little, shall we say, cryptic. Indeed, titling a blog, "Not Quite Lost," is a tad on the cryptic side. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Is the glass half empty or half full in this mysterious blog world?

Life. Life tends to be both. Up days, down days. Good days and bad days. Days where nothing can go right for you and then you get caught in a rainstorm and ruin your favorite shoes; days where you think you must have stumbled upon the leprechaun with his pot of gold at the end of a rainbow because you too are golden.

So I humbly submit to you: not quite lost. could be just that, not quite lost, with a sparkle of hope in the distance just waiting to be attained. Or it can mean not quite found, just a little something isn't quite right and is that blasted pebble in your shoe. Two peculiar little shades of grey inspired by something my brother said to me the other day, and I hope, if he reads this, he won't get offended or feel like I threw him under the bus. Not my intention at all, I just want to argue like a good little sister.

Last Friday, Brother asked me if I wanted to have a sit-down with him and strategize my life. Interesting... but I still listened to what he had to say, and he mentioned that he recognized something in me that he recognized as a place in which he used to be. He said I was lost like he once was. Now, without going into details, I disagree.

I'm not quite lost. I just take a little bit of time to get where I'm going. It's mysterious and cryptic and completely obnoxious and bewildering to some people. Well... sucks for them. It's my life in this day and age, and quite frankly, there is a lot of crap going on in this world, which i unfortunately tend to take into account and take to heart when I'm decision making. Decision making, by the way, is like pulling teeth with pliers for me. the only easy decisions I've ever made concerned purchasing airline tickets, and I fear the day when I no longer have the guts and gusto to just get on a plane and go. I cherish it.

So that's me, your flight attendant for this little trip through the grey areas, whether they be murky, pea soup-y, or shimmering. Even if we don't know where we're going on this flight, be assured, dear passenger, that we are not quite lost yet. Just you wait and see.