I'm not unemployed anymore - I actually have a very fabulous job as a preschool teacher with the University of Michigan child care centers. But I'm still posting, albeit a little more irregularly, and I don't want to ignore the personal progress I've made since starting this blog by renaming it.

Blog inspiration: I read 48 States in 48 Days by Paul Jury in the summer of 2011. It was fabulous...although he planned way less for his roadtrip than I would have. And at the same time, my lovely Anna was constantly reminding me that our lives were awesome, despite the fact that we didn't have job prospects, new cars, boyfriends/husbands, houses, etc., like so many people we knew. So, in an effort to appreciate my life and the crazy uncertainty that it is, I started writing this blog about the little adventures I have. (And by "writing a blog," I mean "making a list" because I make lists, not narratives.) Even if there isn't a BIG adventure that happens every day, I try to find at least one thing to list :)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Positive Vibes

  • I've been quite angry, bitter, stressed, frustrated and sad lately and I know that some of those feelings aren't going to change any time soon. I know of a couple big things that would alleviate a lot of my worry but, while I'm waiting for those to show up, I'm going to try to make myself a little happier. Tonight, I stepped out of my apartment to go to HomePlus and it was spitting. When I came out of HomePlus a little while later, it was pouring, and continued to for the duration of my wait for the bus, the bus ride and my walk home from the stop. I was pretty soggy by the time I came close to my apartment, but instead of turning onto my street, I turned toward the school. I walked righ to the middle of the soccer field and stood there, letting the rain just fall. It eventually made me smile to think how ridiculous I looked and, indeed, how slightly crazy I must be. Then I saw lightening in the distance and decided to head inside.
  • A little while later, I heard banging on my wall. And the unmistakable sound of a drill. Yes, the neighbors next door are doing some kind of reno project. At 10 pm. Instead of being angry, I tried something new and slightly foreign to me - I walked over and offered them water. There were 5 men and one woman in the tiny kitchen and, though none of them took me up on my offer, they were smiling.

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