I never know how to begin. Beginnings are really not my thing. Middles. Middles I'm good at. This isn't the middle. I used to have all this anger at my place in life. A job that was annoying that I was over-qualified for, a husband gone for weeks, a home that somehow was built in the deepest pit of hell. I don't have those things anymore. I live in Minneapolis and I love it. I just received my dream job where I spend my days crunching data and talk to almost no one. I actually like all of my co-workers. None of them are annoying. Steve still travels about 75% of the time but is home every weekend. We are in the same building. We carpooled today.
So now I'm finally content enough, and well rested enough to fix the rest. In an infinite amount of baby steps.
The most difficult baby steps are never going to feel baby. Quitting smoking. Drinking less. Using my creativity more.
It's a ride I guess.
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