And lazy. There are lunches to be made. Photography tips to be read (I am honored to get to photograph my niece for her 3-year-old pics tomorrow morning!). Laundry (surprise!) to be done. Photos to upload and make simple adjustments to. And yet I sit, falling in love with another blogger. Falling in love with photographs I didn't take. Falling in love with strangers who are more complex than I'd ever be...than I even wish to be.
I am simple. People underestimate me. The other day, a coworker explained to me, step by step - and without my prompting - how to do a Google search. Must I really seem so dumb?
I must.
I might project my need for simplicity in life. No, I don't want romantic love. No, I don't want a relationship - a typical one, anyway. No, I don't need a babydaddy. I'm sort of happy with my non-complex job.
Yup, I have complex life situations: dealing with the ex sucks balls. Living paycheck to paycheck (or less, really) is a challenge. My kids exasperate me. I worry all the time that what I offer them is less than they deserve. My situation exasperates me.
But, I've realized that even my complexities are simple. So maybe that's what others see.
Hello, America. Simple does not equal stupid. Pass it on.
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