I love giving advice. And, in some instances, I think I’m pretty good at it. I mean, people ALWAYS ask me for advice.
Here are some recent examples:
“What should I do with my boyfriend?”
Me: Dump him.
“What should I do with my life?”
Me: Go back to college.
Me: That one.
Now that i think about it, all the advice I give is really just my opinion (a lot of times based on experience, but opinions nonetheless). Hmmm…
So I guess I could say I love giving opinions.
I’m full of opinions.
Yet another late night playing volleyball. It’s like I’m one of those 20-year-olds who play volleyball every night (except of course, I’m setting up the port-a-crib while they’re warming up and feeding Riley snacks between games).
While stressful and busy, playing volleyball makes me feel pretty awesome. And tired. But mostly, awesome.
… And tired.
Lately, I’ve literally had something to do every minute of every day.
Case in point, I just walked in the door and now I’m writing this blog post while eating.
Crap, I just realized I needed to do one more thing before work in the morning.