Beginnings.

For some, beginnings are scary.  Change is uncomfortable.  I am not one of those people.  I love new beginnings and sometimes I even crave change.  In fact, I'm at my most efficient, most motivated, on the cusp of a new project.  That's why I'm here, joining the blogosphere: I need to change.  

I feel, lately, like I'm straddling the fence between true adulthood and....well, the no man's land of my early twenties.  Ridiculous, right?  I'm 28 years old (approaching 29, ouch), I've been married almost four years and my husband and I have been together almost seven.  We own a house. We've raised two cats from kittens and two dogs from puppies.  I have arguably one of the most difficult jobs to excel at: police and fire dispatcher (and I do excel at it).  And yet...I seem to be surrounded by women my age who have it all together.  You know the kind.  They're sleek, beautiful, and well dressed.  Their cars are clean, bills paid, houses decorated, organized and spotless.  They buy their organic produce from the farmer's market and their husband helps them cook dinner every night over a glass of wine.   I'm exaggerating a bit, perhaps,  but you get the idea.  

And then there's me.  I work graveyard shift.  Which means when the Perfect Women are outside enjoying their lovely backyards at 5pm after work,  I'm standing on my deck in my pajamas, hair messily piled atop my head, glasses askew, watching my dogs careen around the yard.  I have piles of mail, magazines, files, and work stacked on my desk.  I'm eating peanut butter for dinner at midnight at work.  While wearing jeans and a fire department t-shirt. With a ponytail.  Again.  I do not have it all together.   

Maintenance is a bitch, so the saying goes, and it just gets harder the older I get.  I no longer have perfect skin without religious use of night cream, eye cream, serum, and weekly glycolic peels.  French fries immediately glom onto my hips with no grace period to burn them off.  If I don't get 7-8 hours of sleep a day I resemble a cast member from Night of the Living Dead.  

After much contemplation (ok, and a lot of envy aimed at the Perfect Women) I had an epiphany: these women aren't perfect.  They work at it.  It's hard work, and they're committed to it.  I realized that if I wanted to look, feel, act and function like a true adult, I'd have to work hard at it, too.  Basically, I'd have to "renovate" every part of my life: my health, financial habits, appearance, communication skills, education.  I am grateful for my life, don't get me wrong.  I love my husband, family, friends, pets, and even my job.  I just feel inefficient, unorganized, and frumpy.  Which in turn makes me edgy, snappish, and fatigued.  What I want  to feel is centered, efficient, calmer, prettier, more confident.  

It's going to be a difficult journey - changing yourself is never easy.  I have no doubt it will be humorous as well, and my hunch is that you, my new reader, will be able to relate.  My plan is to share it all with you as I learn it: new organization tips, healthful tasty recipes, decorating projects, beauty products.  Hopefully we can all learn something along the way.