Sometimes I feel like life is a constant search.
The perfect black pants.
Running shoes narrow enough for my feet.
The desire to clean and organize.
A cute, casual skirt.
A blazer/jacket to wear with jeans.
Shoes with a heel.
A book that grabs my attention when nothing else will.
Jeans. Always a good pair of jeans.
Somewhere to go.
Something to do.
New frying pan.
A pillow for Jed so he'll stop trying to steal mine.
The ability to give up candy.
The list goes on and on and is ever changing.
P.S. Somehow I've become my own follower. I'm not sure how or how to change it.