Blue Like Jazz

Alternative title: Super Saxy

Another old school art assignment, albeit more interesting than the last one. I repeat the "Don't judge me." sentiment, even though it's inevitable.

The title of this post came from a book a friend recommended to me a couple of years ago, surprisingly enough entitled Blue Like Jazz- Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality by Donald Miller. I like it. You might too. I tried to flip through and find a quote that might entice someone, somewhere to read it, but hadn't underlined any of the stories I remembered. Bummer.

And that is that.
 

Chocolate, Vanilla, Choose.

Pretty early on as a nanny, I learned that posing open-ended questions such as "What do you want to do after school?" or "What do you want to eat?" to the oldest boy would result in ten minutes of us staring at the menu or going through possible options before he would make up his mind, an inevitably he would change it two more times before it was for sure.

The only real way to prevent mulling over decisions for longer than the activity would take was to offer a few suggestions and make him pick one of those, and provide a general time limit and go from there. 

One of the things I hate most is sitting around going "Whaddaya wanna do?" "I dunno, whudduyuwanna do?" I'm guilty of it, for sure, but isn't doing anything better than that? 

Right now, I'm kind of at that "I dunno, whudduyuwanna do?" stage. In a big way. 

My summer plans are up in the air. Am I doing research on an even more tropical island paradise than the one on which I currently reside? Should I spend some big bucks and fly home and take a rad course through the university out there (why yes, I would be helping to excavate one of the places where Frederick Douglass was once a slave, thanks for asking!), do I want to bum around here and enjoy my last undergrad summer? 

I don't have a dang clue. 

Have I mentioned that I graduate this year? It's happening. Do you know what the single most common question I get when that comes up in conversation is? I bet you can figure it out. It goes something along the lines of "What are you going to do now?" 

Besides scaring the living bejeebers (that's the anatomically correct term, btw), it reminds me that there are no concrete, or wood, or cotton, or rubber plans. There are a million options floating around that I think would be fun, or interesting or actually help me on some sort of career path (Wait... am I supposed to have one of those? Right now? Are you sure about that?), but narrowing those down is simply not working currently.

What I've been leading up to with all of this is:

If someone could make my life, or at the very least, my summer, a chocolate-vanilla-choose situation, I'd be much obliged. Please and thank you.