The century plant is like an aloe plant on steroids. It's enormous and awkward, but after about 30 years of growing, it blooms, performing an remarkable swan song of sorts. A huge bloom shoots up from the center of the plant, as tall as a row house, like something out of Dr. Seuss books.

There is one in bloom over on Coming Street, and I've been meaning to take a few photos for awhile now. Finally stopped by on Monday, and ever so glad I did.

So, online dating...

So, a few things have happened.
Got my hair cut:


Went to Savannah with Amanda and her visiting Mom and Aunt:


Ate ourselves silly at Paula Deen's Restaurant:




Oh, and I had my wisdom teeth immediately removed. No photographic evidence of this, however. (who wants pictures of themselves looking like a marshmallow and woozie?)

Some of you are excellent bloggers (I'm calling you out, Kendrick) so you've set the bar pretty high. I'll do what I can, but make no promises. :)

Time for a fresh start? Maybe. Time for something new? Definitely. Time for a new outlook? No doubt.

I am too young to be in a 'rut'. That's the material of a mid-life crisis. This? I have no earthly clue what THIS is, actually. It feels awful, I know that much. And I am so incredibly over it.

It's high time I figure my crap out. What do I want out of my life- sincerely? I do not dare to try to answer that question in a lame-o blog format. I don't know the answer, and am okay with that. But I'd like to find a general direction.

No. This isn't my 'Goonies' styled "[my] time [right] here" speech. It's merely my public (though no one even know my blog exists) proclamation that I'm ready to truly enjoy my life. I am far too interesting to feel so stagnant, blah, and worthless. And I'm too smart to let this selfpity party continue.

So here it is. Today, Monday, March 23rd is my official new season. I'm choosing to be a little selfish. I choose to focus on myself for a bit. Not to be narcissistic or vain- but to finally get things right.