Once upon a time I used to think that life would stop being weird, that things would start making sense, and that I’d feel settled. I assumed I’d grow up and do good things and would be normal.
And maybe someday I will be, yeah? Maybe someday it does actually start to make sense. Maybe I’m premature in my conclusion that this is actually it, that this is actually the way grown-up life just is. We’re all just kind’ve acting like we know what we’re doing, or at least what we’d like to be doing.
I just got back from California, which was a week of soul-searchy, chocolate-eaty, Sherlock-watchy rest. How did I get a week off of work, you ask? Well friends, I quit. Why did I leave such a cool-cat job, you ask? Well friends, that’s personal. And where was Kira while I was couch-sitting in California? *gulp* She actually now belongs to my wonderful friend Megan (who is by far the best person I know) and her boys.
^My favorite of Meg and the Bird, from years ago when I first met them.
The above paragraph brings me to the topic of Doing Right Things. For example, the rightness of giving my “home”, my one constant of the last five years, my quirky little canine to a friend. That was a right decision. It felt like a shitty decision, and the weight of my dog’s absence hasn’t quite hit home just yet, but I know it was a right thing. Meg and her husband can provide the stability I can’t, and her sons the energy I don’t have any more. My love for my cat-killer was selfish and prideful and benefited me, not the dog.
And now? She’s got this shady spot to survey her massive Phoenix backyard, and Little Bird and Ziggy (my godbaby!) to be belly-rubbed by.
Good God, he’s cute.
I spent California getting grounded in who I am, and what I’m doing here. And now there are projects afoot that I want you to be apart of. There’s a potential USA WWOOF project in the works, as well as a Youtube channel and a re-vamping of what this blog is. Shit’s about to get fancy. We’re growing up, over here. We’re trying to Do Right Things and be a bit more proactive and intentional about things.
Here’s some awesomes;
One of my best friend’s got married recently, and I got to see old faces, drink great wine, and act da fool trying to keep this spoon on my nose.
And then play with sparklers.
I smooched my sister (who’s definitely a teenager. I know this because her current heartthrobs are none other than the Jackass boys.)
I got me a fancy shmancy iPhone 5. (#instagramcrazyohmygoshthisisthebestIlovehashtags)
I now officially have my associate’s degree.
This new buddy and I hang out at the farm I’m always telling you about, getting our hands dirty playing with worms.
Spaghetti-Swing Tuesdays are getting fancier as we go.
We’re going back to Fossil Creek tomorrow.
And this book came in the mail.
Settled? No. I’ve got the same wandering eyes and itchy feet as ever. But these days we’re going to make something of it. And see? Life is really lovely, and its hard and confusing and weird, but look at how beautiful it all is! Let’s do things!
Bear with me, ok? I’m still growing. Things have been weird, and things will probably continue to be weird, but in a better way.
Go tell your friends you love them, and get some dirt under your fingernails.
It does wonders for your soul.