LOOK OUT PEOPLE WHO EAT PIZZA WITH ME IMMA EMPLOY THIS TACTIC ON THE LAST PIECE
this makes a lot of sense somehow…
Coming of age happens to coincide with the one month anniversary of leaving the force and it’s such an incredible gift. Looking back at the past two years, things seem to be finally settling into place and I am so, so close to my dream of attending culinary school now. From having to find a job, to finding one but having to seek approval, to approvals sought but having to bear with crappy managers, and now to finally have applied for the school with a new manager here to help me write my recommendation. One more interview and that’s it. It’s happening.
Also, these last few weeks were really all about me time and it was pretty amazing. Sleeping at 2 and waking at 12 and finding time to make breakfast (lunch, really) and cafe-hopping and baking and watching all the blockbusters on the big screen and tumblr and reading and everything. And so thankful to all my friends who celebrated my birthday with me! You guys are the coolest. I mean I didn’t even hold a party and you still bothered to come all the way down with cake? Just incredible.
I know people always say that whenever you’re at your happiest somehow things will get in the way and knock you down, but this could really be it. Living life with hope rather than in fear is just so much easier.
So even if I don’t get into the culinary program, I think I’ll be fine. I mean, I’ll still reach there someday. Sitting here with my sore throat typing incoherently but so thankful for being blessed with incredible friends and family and love for the things I like to do. Just hoping that this month goes really smoothly <:
P.S. Watching Glee now; really, really want to live in New York for a year.
There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.
Did we fool you?