This is a quick check-in, to make sure that this still works. And also because I'm having thoughts, and it's either a really long Facebook statues (UGH) or a blog, and this setting works much better.
I have a ton of big projects and articles coming up and, as I always do in times of stress, I've been procrastinating by obsessively reading blogs that I would normally never read. Like, Stay At Home Mommy blogs. Blogs of women who have nothing in common with me, and whose opinions and views I do not always agree with. I mean, I cherish motherhood. The thought of having a child of my own is slowly becoming a reality to me, and it's a notion that does not fill my soul with dread. In fact, it's generally a quite nice notion, as babies have suddenly started looking soft and squishy and good-smelling. (Sidenote- IknowIknow, that's not all the time, but don't burst my bubble now! I worked so hard for that illusion).
But. Back to the point.
Which is--I have an awfully good life. I'm living the relatively low-stakes life of a student. I'm doing that and making (a very, very little) money, working at jobs that I love and which are opening all kinds of avenues for me. Seriously. Check out the people I'm working for and things I'm working on. And on top of all that, I get to write non-stop, I get to interview people on things I'm passionate about, I get to manipulate words and come to comfortable terms with my writing voice, and I get to come home to a small suburban apartment and a husband who's kicking trash and taking names as a family therapist. That in itself is pretty dang cool.
So even though my heart still yearns for West Coast life, I've managed to find some good people, and more importantly, some good food. I consider myself awfully lucky that I get to stretch my writing muscles, and that I have this blessedly uninterrupted time to develop my talents and make them work for me. I've only been here for roughly six months, and my Seattle self is already a distant memory. Let's not even discuss my Provo self ( who? what? selfish/insecure/lazy-much?). I'm proud of the person this place has made me. I'm proud of the family Taylor and I have created. I'm proud of my university, and how ridiculously supportive and wonderful it is. And I'm proud that I can say that we did it, that we are here and living in the city of our dreams.
This is all to say--I'm doing just fine. I realized my good fortune. And sometimes, that's a needed realization.
Now back to writing. I have two articles due in the next sixteen hours. It's all just part of the adventure.
Right. Write. I'm on it.