Things are settling nicely. I only work when I'm asked and if I want too (looOove working per diem), and I get to enjoy family! Seriously, it's incredible. Yesterday, on a Thursday, I got a first hand lesson with my cousin from my Grandma on how to make cinnamon rolls Great-Grandma Miller style, that was priceless. Another example is, when I do work, I pay my daycare lady (my Aunt, who is also one of my idols) in wine to watch Kolbi (and sometimes we even get the time to drink it together, which is really fun because I know she has the good stuff hahaha). This is how to live life! Taking in the time to take in the moments I will never be able to get back.
Isn't it funny how our perspectives change? Most of the time I think how fast time has flown by, and other times when your looking it right in the nose or from a distance, it seems to go by so incredibly slow. It's like when you are 12 and can't wait until your 16 so you can drive and taste freedom. Or when you have your baby and are so looking forward to the times ahead (like the first time she holds you back and you can tell she's in a way telling you she loves you too). Then when it happens, you look back and think "wow, that went by so fast!" Everyone always has told me to enjoy where I am at in life, and I most certainly am trying not to disappoint myself. When I look back now, there are things I wish I would have done (like gone to my Grandma Miller's last birthday party so I could have had a more recent good-bye, or dated that one guy in college even though I know it wouldn't have worked out because I know I could have learned something from it as I have with any past relationship) but for the most part, I have to say I'm proud of myself for not letting too many opportunities slip on by. I do have to say going into work is a nice break from life (it helps me feel like I've helped others, which in a way helps satisfy something in myself, and brings a lot of balance to my home life). However, I've realized life isn't measured by how many hours I work, but by how many memories I can say I made. And that is exactly what I've been doing.
I may not be Martha Stewart (clearly not, as when I made invitations to Miss.K's first birthday party I sent them out and had forgotten to write in the actual date of the party...durdurdurrrr!), but I sure as the sun will shine am going to do the best I can (like sharing some laughs with everyone when I tell them of my silly error on the invitation) to let those closest to me know that I love them, because that is how I want my life to be measured. <3
