Heading home

Frog. I got him last year. He sits on my desk at work. I am not big on having the cute little things scattered around, but there is a reason for him to be there. Frog's taught me a lesson last year. He serves as my reminder of what is important. Something I need to remind myself of each day.



This is the plant that sits on my desk. It is a Monkey Tree. Not the technical or botannical term for it. But what they call it just the same. Supposedly, you are supposed to wind it's limbs in a braided fashion as it grows, so that it becomes one stalk. I chose to let mine go free, however. It felt too constricted, focused on being just a long line with the leaves flowing over the top. I like it loose, branching out individually but yet of the same soil. It is beginning to consume my work area. I need to re-pot it, into something larger scale. It would seem to be a difficult thing for me to do though. It is symbolizing something for me personally, that I need to do and am having trouble making a go of it. I gave a tree like this one, to someone that was a friend of mine once. I don't know that they still have it. I felt kind of odd giving it to them in the first place but my thought behind it was good. I know my tree, has grown an immense amount this passing year.

I went out with Troy again tonight. I am really thinking there must be something wrong with me. He is nice, considerate, successful, patient, likes music, etc..etc...But I am just not feeling anything. I should. I think. Something right? Even if it is just a desire to see him again. I am thinking, though, that I would be fine if I didn't. Ugh. We saw that movie Hitch. I could totally relate to the girl. I know how she felt about relationships. But life doesn't truly unfold in the ways that movies do. That guy doesn't bend over backwards and do creative things just because he likes you. Loves you. Life just isn't a movie.