The Inner Workings of a Crazy, Middle-Aged Woman

First off, I would like to say that this whole "blogging" thing really  
is not my style.  I think that I am more of the physical kind of  
person. That and I feel like it is just one more craze out  
there...well, if Mary and Joe are doing it, then you better get in  
line and jump on it!  Got to keep up if you want to stay with the cool  
kids... ppphhhhssss!  Yeah, I can honestly say I have never been one  
of the cool kids!  Besides, what do I really have to say that anyone  
would care to hear?

This is the inner mind workings of a crazy, middle-aged woman who, by  
the way, feels very strongly that with every passing day what once  
passed as a semi-functional brain has been down
graded to a "holy crap I think I remember how to breathe, but let's  
not get too carried away because the day is still young" brain!   
Although, the road to self-improvement, fighting the good old grow- 
your-soul fight, the decades spent slushing around in the muck of my  
own humanistic flaws, and last but not least, searching out the  
darkest possible corners of my own shadow self, could prove to be  
quite humorous and entertaining to those of the dark and twisty way!

Which brings me to one of the about 60,000 passing thoughts in my  
single, functional brain cell, in the two whole peaceful, quiet,  
waking, grown up moments in the week that I might actually sneak  
in.... Where is that moment, you know the one, that one single moment  
when you hit that sweet spot, meditative, veil opening, hey this is a  
direct line to my own inner soul/ universe/ higher being?  Why does it  
seem like, in all the times of trying to keep up with the cool kids, I  
can not seem to find my own inner ya?  Hmmmm, I'm thinking, I'm  
thinking, I'm thinking....

Maybe for now, until the Universe stops speaking in German or I find a  
translator (and he better be cute!  Just putting it out there!), the  
best that I can do is just do my best.  I'll keep reaching for the  
sweet spot and plague the internet with my all too crazy, dark and  
twisted inner brain cell's ranting (better out than in, right?)!
For now, Falowla (and yes, it's supposed to be spelled with the "low"  
already in it!)