Back to the Beginning

The nicest thing about work is that you can leave. That has always been my favorite time of the day driving home. The other great thing about work is that it doesn't define you as when you leave you sprint towards your loved ones and hobbies as soon as you can. This is an important lesson to remember, one I too have to remind myself sometimes daily. When one gets older you need a sense of purpose and to make money. I have had a variety of different pursuits in my life that when I started making a new résumé the other day and read it over to myself it looked like a short story of a crazy person. One of the trickiest part is how to keep your sanity when people begin to look at what you do and start to group you in with what they have figured out about the rest of society. Are you a somebody or a nobody? A healer or a greeter? Educated or simple? Artist or engineer? Categories and labels stack up until you begin to believe it yourself. That is why my résumé makes me laugh, as there is not enough sense to add up to a whole dollar.  So whatever your Hello my occupation is, it disappears anyways as soon as you close the door at the end of the day. The minute you take your sigh of relief that you can go outside and finally be yourself, be free. It's one of my favorite feelings.


Im going to have a baby! Our families are so excited. It's scary, the whole thing. I've been so tired lately too. Even though I'm only a mother to a tiny sack of living cells the size of a poppyseed I already know why moms worry. It's almost immediate. I worry about what I'm eating, what I'm drinking, what I'm doing. That's not even to mention as my mind wanders off to when they get older and finances. Im still so excited of course but I would be lying if I didn't say I was absolutely terrified at the same time too. I know now, after everything in life I've been through is that you have to take one day at a time.
Other then that I really miss beer:( but I knew I would.