Well, yesterday was fun. I really enjoyed writing my first post, although I think I kind of came off as a pretentious twat whining about her first world problems. Oh well, as the blog address says... whatever, no one will read this anyway.

So anyway, I guess I'm supposed to be chronicling my journey of self discovery, or something like that. I've decided that learning a new skill that could possibly lead to a career change is a good place to start. I'm thinking something completely different than what I'm doing now. Something fun, frivolous, and new-agey. Something that would make long, flowy skirts and tinkling jewelry mandatory work attire. So I signed up with one of those dirt-cheap online colleges. Hey, it's a place to start. But, of course, I can't make up my mind on which course to start with. Maybe reiki healing, or aromatherapy, or crystal therapy, or homeopathy or feng shui. They even have a course on Tarot reading. That sounds interesting. Gah! What do you think?

I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and rereading the course descriptions and see if I can make a decision.

Intro

So, this is my first blog post on my first blog. I'll warn you now, I have no concrete reason for starting this and have no idea what I could possibly write about. I have no information, knowledge, or wisdom to impart. Prepare to be bored to tears.

I guess I'll start with a quick introduction. My name is Gibbet (no, not really... what would be the point of making an anonymous blog if I used my real name? Sheesh) and I'm a 40-something-single-for-seven-years mother of two (yes, really... what would be the point of lying in an anonymous blog? Double sheesh). I work in an office and run the shipping department. Well, I guess that pretty much sums me up. Wow, I am boring.

**if you're still reading this - RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!

In general, I'm happy and content in my life, boring as it may be. But, here's the rub: I'm discontent in my contentedness. Although many may understand what I'm talking about, the concept seems strange to me. Here I am, good job, great kids, happy life... and it's not enough. And I have no idea how to fix it. I don't want to change a thing, but at the same time I want to change everything. Is this what a midlife crisis is?

Maybe this is what my blog is supposed to be about: my journey to finding myself, or losing myself. Not losing myself to the depths of despair, or addiction, or some such. No, nothing so dramatic as that. Just losing myself to malcontent.