Things have been so busy lately here in Frederick as we finish up the last legal requirements demanded of those of us who dare to get married, move in together, and...gasp....even move to another state. Who knew that there were so many i's to dot and t's to cross...or so many agencies and departments that required so much of your money. Little fees and costs here and there just to prove who you are, just to have little documents that say yes this is mine, yes I am Abi Hobbs, yes I live here, and yes I'm married...and yes my husband is that man over there...um, yes he's real, see he has these papers too!
In addition to all this running around, insert the crazy wonderful Turkey-Santa-New-Years-mind-pop (<--another word could go there... but I'm a polite southern lady) and all its tinseled- beribboned demands.
And what's more-- and here's some good news--I got a job. Yea, like one of those paying, taxable things. I actually now work from the little red couch in our condo, making call after call for a windshield repair company. I hate to repeat "who knew" but seriously--who knew how many people there were getting windshield chips repaired. Yea, I know what you're saying now; Abi what does that have to do with being an English major? Well I'll tell you...
Not much. But its helping pay the bills until I can get my masters-- which I'm still dithering about: creative writing or teaching...? How bout ya'll help me decide. Sound off: what are your opinions on how I should further my education? Not that I'll base my decision on what you all say; but I'd love to hear your thoughts.
In conclusion, the secret to surviving all these days has hit me hard: take time to breathe and enjoy small moments. I feel like I say that so much maybe even too much on this blog. But really--days are made up of small moments strung together. Like Mark's brush of a goodbye kiss in the morning, the first, bracing sip of morning coffee, the sun peeking through the blinds, or--like today-- when a grateful customer says "God bless you" with sincere strength in his voice just because your voice was kind.
Lots of little blessings throughout the day--And its best just to focus on those tender, good moments rather than lettering the bother and worry build up and rob you of your joy. Its like this picture I'm sharing here today-- hair half a mess, not sure if you're dressed yet or not, but having a second to close your eyes and enjoy a sip of tea. Even if all you have time for is one sip.