Dear Friday, I have about 3 minutes to write this before I have to get ready for dinner in Downtown Disney, catered by our law firm, the annual appreciation dinner for the conference of the largest employee union in the United States. This is not to tout my privileged but to mark the occasion. Good, bad, or indifferent, this is my reality. Right now, today, this night, and this weekend. This is my life and I swear, I am trying my hardest to live IN it and not in the what-ifs of the past or the fears and question marks of the future. It's not as glamorous as it sounds but I'm here for a reason.
Dear Cinderella, Pluto, Sully, Mater, Jessie, and a few other friends, thanks for taking pictures with me. I am just a big kid at heart. Characters are meant to be in pictures often and always.
Dear Southwest Airlines, thanks for the incredible sale and for getting me to Salt Lake City in January. Just so you know, I titled the itinerary The World Is Your Stage.
Dear Jake Owen, keep playin', you have a permanent spot on the soundtrack of my dreams.
Dear Me, stop thinking about everything so hard.
Dear Lord, just keep listening cause I need to keep talking to you. I have a lot of questions and a lot of worry that I just can't seem to get rid of.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I hear this blog calling me and I have things to say but there's some defiant little self-sabotaging brat that keeps coming along and kicking me in the literary shins.
I'm not any closer to choosing a new direction.
I have this tick-tock calling of something (what?!)
something new that keeps nagging at me.
I wake up dreaming of a life other than the one I'm living in...
But I'm in the life that I'm in right now,
in the time that I'm in right now,
in the place that I'm in right now
for a reason right now.
Trust the journey. Isn't that what they say?
(Who the heck are they anyways?)
Earlier this week, I googled "the best decision I've ever made"