Note to self: don't drink a glass of wine and then try to hang pictures. Do drink a glass of wine and make some pie. This little place of mine smells delicious and feels so cozy thanks to that oven. I'm just trying to make it a little longer; I was trying to make it a little longer but didn't. We're into the next day now, Thanksgiving day, feeling a little more refreshed but a little older too when I can't make it past 10:30. I haven't yet reached the unknown state of exhaustion, or at least I haven't surpassed it. Maybe tied, which means I've been here before and made it through. I have a lot to be thankful for right now, and at other not nows. I should be thankful most of the time, and I don't think I ever really take the opportunity to share or even acknowledge some of the things.
I am thankful for this new place of mine. The space and freedom and furniture and appliances and that everything has gone fairly smoothly with the transitions thus far. That I can hang my own pictures and make my own pie. I am thankful for this meal I'm going to enjoy today; that I have a family willing to put on such a feast. I am thankful for my job. As thin as it seems to be wearing me sometimes, I laugh. I laugh a lot. Just yesterday my little "eyes" was so excited to be there, and a co-worker had me in absolute stitches. We generally get a long as staff, and that's a blessing.
You throw in the things we, I, take for granted every day - warm clothes, 3 meals a day, a bed, cleansliness and hygeniene, my car, glasses so I can see, tennis shoes, and on and on and on....I am thankful for this time of year, being my favorite.
photos via amodernhepburn
I started this entry a few days ago and did not got around to finishing it under the present circumstances. It started quite differently than I am going to end it now; but the week has been a bit cruel to me. Moving, for one, is much harder than the imagination lends. A crazy week, plus some, at work with the end of that not in sight. Throw in a bum foot (again; hello swimming pool) and an ignorant professor (bitch is more like it but I try to keep this classy). You'd think that everyone is aware when that enter that state of "bitchiness" or "assholeness" but if not, I wish I could deliver the message to them in, of course, a classy way. There must be a natural high, a power surge that comes to some just for denying others...
As wearing as this month has been, my spirit has taken it well. I'm moving; literally and figuratively. I think the physical component is necessary, an actual act to feel accomplished. But I have learned that even a good book, a good workout, and a good meal are often enough to inspire, or just provide contentment.
I took a leap this week. Something that I'm surprised at how easily I acted upon, even though I had tossed the decision around for quite awhile. I just decided it was time, if for anything, just to make a move. I'm not even sure if its the best move and I haven't thought through everything yet; which maybe the only reason it actually got done. Now I feel a little like the water is rising and I have very little time to surface, but its exciting at the same time. I'm moving, moving away from Mom and Dad. I've tromped around Europe, taken off to the other side of the world, and went to nowhere Africa - on my own. This little 10 minute trek down the road shouldn't be a headache. It's the things to do, remember, and buy and check off the list. And a budget. That's a whole different concept now. I find myself in a dual state of excitement and fear.
You throw in the things we, I, take for granted every day - warm clothes, 3 meals a day, a bed, cleansliness and hygeniene, my car, glasses so I can see, tennis shoes, and on and on and on....I am thankful for this time of year, being my favorite.
