Beyonce, all day, every day.

It is no secret that I want to be Beyonce when I grow up.  She pretty much epitomizes all that is right in the world.  A few years ago, I took the step of at least taking some dance classes from her choreographer.  Get low, get low. Anyway, just as she once wondered what it would be like if she were a boy, I wonder what my life would be like if I were her.  For one, I would not have to do do any BS work.  In general, it would literally be cut out of my life.  That portfolio I need to do for work? I would hire someone to do that ish. Realistically, who knows if I'd even have a job.  Dating. I may hire someone to go on dates for me to screen the guys.  Or, I would hire someone to create a dashing mask to conceal all of my eye rolls.

Speaking of dating, let's take a minute to discuss what the scene is looking like out there. The online sites are rather hilarious, if not kind of depressing.  So many shirtless pics, fishing pics, rocker pics, cross fit pics. So much terrible. Basically, I am just going to listen to Beyonce on repeat.

Ugh, this just in though. I told my co-worker I wanted to be Beyonce when I grow up and he said, "Aren't you like thirty? You're already a grown-up." And then I was really sad. 

In good news, I am getting taller. Yoga is doing the trick. So much so that my leg lengthened to the point of crossing into someone else's yoga zone.  Yup, my foot hit that B in the head.  She fell over. I felt kind of bad, but mainly felt awesome.

Ummm....nothing else really exciting is going on.  Let's see.  Christmas decorations are going up.  Spread cheer, holla.  That's pretty much it.  I'm hoping for non-brain dead activity in December.  You know what happens in December? I'm done with grad school.  This is very exciting stuff.  The whole working full-time/schooling full-time is making me less fun I fear, and I'm basically done with it.  Plus, all that reflecting is driving me nuts.  Hey, let's write a 2 page reflection on blah blah blah.  Hey, let's talk about a dilemma and reflect on how we could make it better. Hey, let's not.  Reflecting is killing my soul. Let me just listen to Beyonce and dance around, for the love of Pete.

Oh and hey, I woke up like this, I woke up like this. God damn, God damn!