blue artichoke

I've been catching up on my blog reading and, as I read the entries of friends, foes and strangers, I realize how plain and pedestrian my own life is most of the time. For example, I have never written “i drank a few too many beers the other night and ended up with my knife out...” I'm susceptible to routines, which make the days pass with ease because they are utterly forgettable. Oh, I've had exciting adventures that make great stories, just none recently. I'm starting to feel the itch to move, to embark on a new career, to find a hobby or just do something different. Spring is in the air. Yesterday was warm and beautiful, so I got in the car, rolled down the windows, turned up my music and drove south to the Lake of the Ozarks. On the way, I pretended I was driving through the African bush or eastern European countryside. Instead, I drove to the outlet mall. So disappointing. I get this feeling every so often. Last time, it was resolved when I went to Poland, decided on a new career in teaching, quit my job in the restaurant and got married. I've given up on the career in teaching because I don't really like kids and don't deal well with parents, administrators or bureaucracy. I think becoming a college dropout was a smart move. I got a little too caught up in the itch. The time before that when I got the itch, I ended up moving to Canada for almost a year and earning a culinary arts degree. So, the question is, what am I going to do about it now?