Big Picture

Sometimes I just need to look at the big picture, and even paint one myself. 

Secret Garden

At least something is blooming.

Bless

My first day off in over two months. Now I have most the summer off and I'm complaining about a lack of vacation...but I feel like I've earned that vacation.  It's overdue.  
The last day of school, as celebratory as it needed to be, had a different heartache.  Steph took off, with husband, baby, and a truck full of household items. It's indefinite, which makes it so much more definite than Holland or Korea. Immediatly I started thinking of my summer without a place to crash.  My summer hardly working, and still trying to figure out what to do with my life. I wish I was one of those people who was rather good at waiting; I know they exist and I just can't seem to follow their footsteps. Or maybe my problem is that I wait too much.  Something is bound to just fall in my lap, right? Give me a bit and this will soon appear to be a blessing.

"I Know That I Have Stripes, But Know I have Spots Too"

I'm twenty-seven years old. Technically, late twenties. I get paid by the hour and live with my parents.  I own shelves and shelves of books; I can't seem to get myself to stop buying them.  I've lived in a different country, been to ten different ones.  I drink coffee every morning and eat chocolate every day.  I like the way I feel after a workout.  Sometimes I like it when it rains or when it snows, but I like it when the sun is out and pierces through the trees also.  I love my cat even though he makes me itch and I love babies even though they cry.  I like driving around in my Jeep even though I hate traffic, and I like the mornings even though I don't like my alarm clock.
I watch hours of design shows because I have a not-so-secret wish to do it myself.  I have more t-shirts than I have room in my drawer so they don't all ever make it to the drawer.  I don't look people in the eyes and talk to them until I know them.  I go around in circles because I can't make up my mind.  I routinely make lists of things because of how much I enjoy crossing them off.
I'm excited for the future and terrified of the future.  I'm coming into this year with so much to be thankful for and more confidence than I remember having in some time.  I think I feel like...a grown up. Oh dear.  

The Last Leg

Two weeks and not a single approach.  I haven't so much as gotten an email with questions or demands.  It's been quiet, almost too quiet.  Meaning she's finally realized that her method is creating enemies, or she's up to something.  The calm before the storm? There's only one week of school left so maybe her scheming will be put on hold...but I've been on guard. After seemingly non-stop interruptions it's finally peaceful.
You would think that pissing 4 people off in 2 days would be enough of a message, but I'm suspecting that she's just waiting it out 'till we're not in her way anymore...

But there's so much else to be thinking about, right?  I've let so much of my greatly needed energy be used up in tolerating her while time is taking other things out of my focus.  And E needs to finish off kindergarten with ease and celebration.  Well, so do I.

Light Up

I'm sure it's so much more than I believe possible. 

Yes, Please.