Wednesday-rita!

Here I sit with the last remains of a frozen blob of margarita, and I'm tired, warm and fuzzy and more than anything happy.  Happy to be where I am today, knowing the people I know and doing the things that I do.  I've never been more sure that I am headed in the right direction.  Things feel content, and Lord knows I like that.

We've started nailing details into place for the move home this summer.  Like I've said a million and one times before, not sure it's all set in.  I feel like I am going to be moving back to Kansas WITH ROB, and Piston.  And well.. I am.  But Rob will be leaving within the month after.  So right as it all start to settle into a routine at the new place and what not... he will leave.  For a year.  Lucky for me, after this year is done it's me, Rob and Piston for FOREVER AND A DAY.  You better believe it.

Speaking of Piston..  it's the little rascal's 1st birthday!!!  1 year ago he was born with all of his siblings.  I can't believe its been a year that he has been alive.  I feel like there is so much left for him to experience.  Will probably always feel that way though... I mean I am his mother.  And even though he is a dog.  I feel like a parent.  We all know that will change when a real live baby is in my life as my own, but until then my fur-baby it is.

I remember mulling over a career decision.  While I am finding some of my classes a struggle to get the right concept, I really feel like I am on the right path.  It's something I love and enjoy.  That's what you are supposed to do with your life, right?  Something you love and enjoy?  I just hope that when it comes time to put this career choice to use I can find an "in" in the field and master what makes so many people talented in design.  I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.

Well---quick post tonight.  Besides Piston's birthday this house is enjoying the rain and trying our hardest to relax.  :D

Shout out to my awesome Dad.. one of my few and far between readers.

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