I heart Cereal

I have a thing for cereal.  Every morning since I can remember I have eaten a bowl of cereal.  My husband often pokes fun at me because if it were up to me, most of my meals would consist of cereal.  I am very picky about the cereal to milk ratio, but believe I could make a perfect bowl blindfolded.  I already pay little attention to what I am doing and base how much I have put into the bowl by sound.

I don't have a favorite cereal, but I do have a weakness for Coco Pebbles.  I don't know what it is, but every time I have Coco Pebbles I have two bowls.  The first is my average size bowl, which is probably larger for me than most.  The second is always a "small bowl," which is still larger than my mother's regular serving.  Typically I will eat Coco Pebbles in the evenings as a dessert or snack.  But this morning it was breakfast.  Knowing my tendancies, I committed to only one bowl.  A commitment I failed to keep. 

Is it because it is chocolate and I am a women?  Is it because Coco Pebbles aren't filling enough?  Does it leave me unsatisfied so I must have more?  Or it I am so satisfied I over indulge? 

O the perplexities of life.

Reflection

Yesterday I watched Julie and Julia with Corey, my husband. I thought it was really cute, but it left me feeling discontent on several levels.

In the movie, Julie blogs about a one year journey through Julia Childs' cookbook. Any movie or TV show that involves a character writing leaves me with the same unsatisfied feeling. When my roommate from college and I used to watch Sex and the City (Yes. You read that correctly. I confess and repent), I would always crave to write with such style and notoriety as Carrie. (Maybe that's why in my college years I blogged so frequently...that and all the drama). With the relationship turmoil a thing past, I feel I have little to write about at this stage in my life.

Back to J&J-

Julie's determination to fulfill such a commitment was inspiring. I wondered what I could do for the next year.
Julie considered her interests. What are my interests?
Jewelry.
Sewing.
Writing.
Serving.
My husband.
The results? Nothing. A year long commitment? Are you kidding? Just the thought of committing to anthing for a year was daunting. Have you seen my schedule for the next semester? Then I considered maybe doing something every month for a year? What a cope out.

But more than the length of the commitment was the realization that I am a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Friday is my birthday and I turn 25 years old.
Friday I will be a quarter of a century old.
I have been alive on this earth for 25 years.
That's 1300 weeks.
9125 days
21900 hours

So with the dicontentment and realization of my birthday just around the corner, I went to bed asking: What have I been doing all this time?

I know what it sounds like. No this is not a pre-mid-life crisis. But it is a time to reflect.
Really, what have I been doing? Am I using my time wisely? Is there something else I need to be doing? Would God be pleased with what I am doing with this life he has given me?

Hmmm... heavy question. Off to reflect.