My days have been so full lately…lots of work (fun work, but work, nonetheless), time with friends, time at the gym (yay me!)…I am having a great time in my life right now, and I am not finding so much time to come here and write. I’m still writing, but I do it in handwritten letters to pen pals around the globe, or in the squares of a crossword puzzle before bed.
I’ve been busy. And it’s a good busy. I think I had it burned in my mind that being busy is a bad thing…that life should be chill and laid back and relaxing. I feel a little guilty that I’m enjoying myself so much, and I’m not sure why. I like going to work; it’s challenging and fun, and I feel like I’m doing something I’m really good at. I like spending time just talking to Justin, and dreaming, and planning, and talking some more. I like hanging out with friends, and becoming friends with the people I work with. I’m busy, and I like it. Who knew?
I think that just a few months ago, I spent a lot of my time online, poking around on a zillion different blogs, posting, and coming up with new meals to cook so that I could post some more. I was crafting, and thrifting, and reading, and lazing about. Now I’m all caught up in the non-virtual world, and I guess that’s a good thing.
If any of you are still out there, thanks for checking in on me. I’m good. Really, really good.