Strange?

Today, I wondered if I was strange.
Strange in a peculiar way.
Mostly because I am starting to notice the argument between "you eat everything on your plate" or "stop eating when you're full" coming into my life a lot more often.
Apparently, I eat like a bird, even though I don't look like it.
Mostly it's because I'm never hungry, not really.
Sometimes I just eat because I'm bored and watching tv. Which is bad for you.
I was raised to stop eating when I became full. My husband was raised to eat everything on his plate.
I get the whole "there-are-starving-children-in-Africa-be-grateful-for-the-food-that-is-provided-for-you" bit. But I'm not about to damage my body because I feel guilty that there are starving children in Africa.
That's why I donate to organizations who support those causes.
But I just don't really see how me not eating everything on my plate is going to help those hungry kids. I can't mail the excess food to them. The food prepared for me was prepared for me. I paid for it.
Shouldn't I have the right to put what I want in my body?
True, I leave a lot of food on my plate.
I don't know.
Am I strange?

In other news, I got a job. I start next week. I'M ALL GROWN UP.

Not really. I still feel like I'm 12 most days.
I need inspiration for topics to write about. My life is not that interesting. I'm running out of ideas. All my creativity goes to writing poetry or whatever.

or whatever.

Circled Around

A lot has been going on, surprisingly. For a long time, my life was a static mess and I didn't appreciate it. But things are starting to look brighter. To do a quick catch up, maybe I should do a list. And in fact, writing out a list is a form that I have been using for my Creative Writing class. Points for me.

1. I ended last semester with pretty good grades. All A's, one B, and a C in my Geography class. I took that happily, since he was a terrible professor and I was pretty sure I was going to end up with a "YOU SUCK, F FOR YOU" on my transcript. C is good. I can accept that.
2. I'm almost done with college. I have three days left. I took a Creative Writing course and a walking class, both incredibly easy and laid back. I've done a lot of reading and writing in strange forms and a lot of walking. Both have mostly positive effects on my life, so I can't complain.
3. I've had two (TWO) job interviews. I'm fairly certain I got the job at one place, so I'm pretty happy about that. It's at a law firm, which isn't publishing but hey, it's a job, and it will give D.J. and I the chance to find a place of our own.
4. D.J. has decided to go to school for accounting, so we are in the process of getting him signed up for classes.

For such a long time, my life looked like it was tied to a cinder block and falling to the bottom of the bottomless ocean. I didn't feel like it was going anywhere. While I'm still not certain where I'm headed in life, at least it's inching forward. It feels good to have somewhat of a plan. Or an idea about a plan.

I've been writing a lot more, which is nice. And reading a lot more, which is also nice.

GOD HAS A PLAN EVEN WHEN I DON'T.

WHAT'S UP.