C'est moi.

I've been sitting here looking at this blank screen for about 5 minutes.

Okay, make that 10 now.

I've been thinking all day of what to write about.
What asinine circumstance can I find to make fun of?  That's been my mission all day long.
Unfortunately, I've not found much.

I think I'm thinking too hard about this.
Suddenly I'm worried about what people who are reading this are thinking.
What a conundrum.
On one hand, I want to be read.  I love getting feedback, and I like knowing that I bring a chuckle to others by how much I write about the fun gastrointestinal dilemmas that I seem to find myself in.

But on the other hand, I'm second-guessing myself.  I'm wondering who is secretly reading this and *gasp!* judging me on it.  I need to just stop thinking so much, and pretend that I'm the only one here.  Just me, all alone, so I can be honest.

Okay self, now that you're all alone, what is on your mind?  What would you like to confess tonight?

I'd like to say that things are not alright with me.
I'm not who I want to be, and that is bothering me an awful lot.
I'm not who I want to be spiritually,
emotionally,
or physically.

I guess it's good in some way to not be satisfied with my status quo,
to want more,
and to be
better
than I am right now.

And I want to be happy.
Deliriously,
unabashedly,
brazenly,
fearlessly,
joyously
happy with me.

So, I'm going to get right on that.
Just as soon as I figure out how.