Sunday, January 18, 2015

Happy Year

It's still strange to write "15" as the year.

Work is not going wonderfully. I feel I'm floundering a little in the career department. I'd had it figured out--a path I liked at the magazine and work I could do well and be happy doing. Until I was miserable. We've talked about this before.

I'm not sure what my work purpose is--or if I have one outside of taking care of my growing family. What should I be? I'm trying to be open to what the universe has in store for me. But maybe I have to decide what I want for sure.

Tonight was a night where I had to peek in my daughter's room as she slept. I still hardly believe that a year ago she was in my belly, and we were counting the days til she'd arrive. She's more that I'd ever imagined, and sometimes I have to see her--at exactly that moment--to know for sure that she IS.

I'm just grateful. I can be something else in the morning.


  1. Work situations are tough. I've struggled in my day with being happy in the office/industry/whatever. I wish you'd blog more, I love the way you write.

    1. Thank you so much! I especially appreciate that coming from you! I <3 your blog.
      I should blog more, but the truth is sometimes I feel a little in over my head with all of this. It's funny: I thought when I went from full-time work to part-time, I would blog more. The opposite has happened! Kids truly are more demanding than a paying job. At least for me. :) I do love it though. Thanks for reading.