Thursday, October 10, 2013
The most meaningful work of my life.
Today I began to organize the nursery dresser by taking out the 0-3 month summer clothes and getting ready for the cold weather that is heading this way. What? My baby is 3 months old, and try as I might she will never squeeze into that adorable lemon romper or the pink and orange crab one. You just always feel like there will be another day, another time to grab a shot of the cute baby in her sweet outfit...but man, it's just so fast.
I realize that in many ways I've escaped a lot of those "life direction" questions. I always felt solid about where I would go to college, what I would major in, whom (and when!) I would marry. Perhaps it's finally caught up to me, it's my turn to grapple a bit. I find myself thinking about what the next 15 years will look like. Will I be employed again? When will I start? What will I do? Will I teach? There are so many things I am interested in. It all feels so fuzzy, and I have no clear cut path right now.
If there is one thing that rings louder and truer, and I feel more sure of, more confident in every single day, it is that these last 8 years have been amazing. Full of growth, and sacrifice, and freaking hard work :) And as I see it now, it's maybe the most meaningful work of my life.