Starting a new life is weird. How will I find the post office? What do people in offices actually DO all day? I suppose I will find out.
I'm looking at my soupy cereal right now, and all the granola and flaxseed has blown up. The milk is slightly blueberry-colored. My room is a wreck. In the name of moving, of course.
This should be a new beginning in all respects. I will somehow find a way to exercise, or dance, frequently. I will abstain from shopping and eating out far too much. I will always be on time, always wash my face, and always be excited to wake up in the morning. You know, they say that writing down goals makes them more likely to happen...well. Somehow these goals seem much less likely now that I read them written out. And this proverbial "They"...who are They? What do They know, anyway.
Maybe I can pull out my black tights with multi-colored hearts on them this fall. Is that acceptable office attire? Is this what my college education has boiled down to? What can I wear to work? Surely not. I know it's not. But it certainly feels like it.
Waiting seems to be the theme of the season. What seems like useless waiting. I guess we all have to wait. It just looks different for some people than others.
So while I wait, I will get sheets and towels for little ones to use across the ocean. I will make pictures and write notes just because. I will enjoy the moments I have and with the people I have them with. What is that saying?...I will bloom where I'm planted.
whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered.
proverbs 11:25
