Happiness
presents itself in different ways for different people. Today, in the midst of a New England
Nor’easter, my idea of happiness would be a warm blanket, some fleece socks,
and hours of Netflix. These are the days
I dream about – nothing to do and nowhere to be – pure happiness. While this scenario (glorious as it may be)
shall construct itself later, for now I am left to take on a sink full of
dishes, a floor strewn with dust bunnies, and a plethora of unwrapped Christmas
gifts before my work week, inevitably, begins again tomorrow. By the way, I will apologize in advance for
my amplified use of the word “plethora,” it’s one of my faves.
There are
blogs upon blogs detailing women who save their families a million dollars are
year with their impressive bargaining skills, affinity for crafts, and superhero
parenting abilities; this blog is none of those things. I am a young professional. I know (and enjoy) very little in regards to
cooking and I can butcher any craft I encounter. I am becoming used to a new career, a
not-so-new love, and a whole lot of responsibilities. I am not confident and I am not
established. I am in transition.
This blog is
a way for me to wade through this time in my life, my career, and my love. I need to hold myself accountable for my new
(and old) responsibilities if I am ever to be found in transition.
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| Our cozy Christmas corner on this snowy day. |
