all in a day's work.

I feel like I haven't written something that isn't a sales pitch in so long.

It has been a long time since I've even dared to look at this blog, and so much life has happened in those five months. I dropped two jobs and picked up one that takes up more of my time than the other two ever did. I moved in a cute new house, with a big bedroom from a Wes Anderson movie that I can't really believe is mine. I got engaged, fully funded for Europe, ENGAGED. I resigned my heart to the fact that I will be doing life in West Valley this fall. So much is going on and it's all such a blessing, but my mind is too full with work to think.

Wait, when did I become the person that had a job real enough to stress about? I love my job, I really do. But what happened over the last two weeks was this:

They moved me away from the windows.
and
They started giving me grown-up projects.

Everyday, something rolls in for me to do that takes me away from the other work they want me to do as well.

There is nothing wrong with this, but I am not used to balancing these types of busy responsibilities. I do get to make my own hours, and I get to start up a free relationship with UTA again. I get free coffee all of the time and I get to spend days listening to Ira Glass while I write about baby clothes, dishes, microwaves and luggage. I guess I am just tired this week.


When I see any home decor, I now analyze it. I don't mean to do this, but I go over the style in my head, and think of the SEO words that describe it, the way it's built, its design type and color scheme. I am turning into a robot, but at least I know what type of chandelier is gracing that guy's home.

Long days are good days. This is the hurricane season of my life, but I've managed worse.