Becoming A Ripped Swedish Welder

i don’t really know how this chain of events started.

maybe i’ve been boring myself since i graduated college and jumped into the Real Adult Working World. maybe it’s just my attempt at spicing up the mundane, day to day, 8-4, lifeless schedule (not to say my job is boring, i love my job, but the daily grind, on the other hand, IS!). maybe i’m still trying to “find myself”.

whatever it is, i realize the past year and a half of my life slightly resembles what one might call an identity crisis.

…enrolling myself in pole-dancing classes
…enrolling (and quitting shortly thereafter due to minor injury, idiot) in tumbling classes, in a weak attempt to rekindle my relationship with gymnastics
…3 more certifications, with a close 4th coming up at the end of the month
…4 trips to las vegas
enrolling myself in crossfit in an attempt to die a slow, painful death get fit and stay fit
…enrolling myself in welding classes (i have no acceptable excuse, other than strangely, i really want to learn how to weld, and evidently, that is worth $350 and sacrificing all of my tuesday evenings)
…acquiring a copy of rosetta stone in swedish, because for whatever reason, i want to learn swedish, so i will

if the chain of randomness continues on its current path, i think it’s safe to say that blacksmithing and robotics can easily be added to that list in the near future. maybe even glass-blowing. or… drumroll… finally getting a masters degree.

maybe it’s a sense of accomplishment that i keep craving. or adventure. i don’t have the freedom i had in college. in college, i could skip classes to go hiking. or take a spur-of-the-moment road trip… like johnson city, tennessee, at 3AM, *just* to purchase camouflage duct tape (boone did not have a 24hr wal-mart at the time)… or carolina beach on a half-drunken bet over a game of darts. or go fishing. or go to a boss’s boss’s [extremely uncomfortable] sex toy party. or go camping. or shoot a potato cannon full of glow-stick-juice-covered potatoes off a cliff in the middle of the night. or purchase a tank of helium in the middle of the day for the sole purpose of blowing up a crapload of balloons and inhaling said helium. THE POSSIBILITIES WERE ENDLESS.

the real world doesn’t allow that luxury (unless i quit my job and took up freelancing 100%, or become a stay at home mom, which requires being a mom, which requires having a baby, i’ll wait on that one), so to fix that, i guess i’ve found ridiculous extra-curricular activities to keep things exciting. i’m also lucky to have the most ridiculous (i say that in the most *loving* way possible) other half, who completely supports this… “characteristic”. for lack of a better word.

i ran across this girl’s blog today, and it made me really happy to know i’m not alone. if anything, i feel inspired to continue on my senseless path, and she made it seem a lot less senseless. i haven’t dyed my hair a weird color in over 4 years (the corporate world kind of frowns upon that, i suppose), but i DID paint my toenails shrek-green, i DO have a pretty good activity list going on right now, and i DO appreciate ordering dessert first (or just dessert) on a semi-regular basis.

if you haven’t done something stupidly awesome today, DO IT. i fully endorse this mindset. and tonight… I WILL WELD.


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