hello again (not the Shelley Long movie)

Dear You,

It's crisp today where I live. Cool and crunchy and sunshiney, just the way I like it. One of those grinning, happy days where the littlest things seem to be going right. The normally grumpy barista, the one with the booming baritone voice, actually smiled at me today. I found an unexpected gem at the library. My top knot is perfectly centered on my head (this does not happen.)

God is speaking today, probably because I'm actually starting to listen. That foggy, in-between season is gone and there are certainties now, hazy dreams made definite. I need a sweater outside, no questions asked. I am starting a new job this week, no doubt about it. A new job after almost three months of unemployment and worse, uncertainty. Questions are becoming answers.

Perhaps you noticed I fell of the bandwagon with this 31 days series. It was more like a duck and roll off the bandwagon, if you really want to know. It's hard to write to others out of fear and loneliness; those thoughts were better expressed in the lined pages of my diary where I could be as obnoxious and loud as I wanted (my diary, probably, is the only place I'm ever loud. Except maybe when the Ravens win the SuperBowl but really, that's it.)

Things that have happened in my absense:

- Went to a wedding in Ohio, during which I accidentally went into the men's restroom. I realized that it was the men's restroom when I stumbled into my husband.

- I set up my very first dentist appointment since moving here (actually, since getting married, period. Don't judge me.) I glanced at the map, was sure I knew where it was, and headed out. Apparently I did not, in fact, know where it was because I stopped at not one, not two, not three, but FOUR different dentist offices all withing a two-mile radius and none of them was the one I was looking for. And I'm probably typing this with a head full of cavities.

- I got (or, the Lord so graciously blessed me with) a job at Anthro-freakin-pologie. The land of paper mache mushrooms and displays that would make Martha Stewart weak in the knees. After applying for so many jobs that I secretly hoped I wouldn't get, I was beyond elated when this came almost out of nowhere. I am so, so happy.


So, here I am. Writing because I can't help it, because these strings of words followed me all the way up my apartment steps and haven't left me since.

Three more days of having my days all to myself, and I am ditching the to-do list (well, for the most part; laundry doesn't do itself. Although I'd like to know why not, if we can have phones that talk to us.) in favor of a stack of library books and a husband who miraculously has nowhere to be the next couple days. There are bright, happy things ahead in this season, and I pray the same for each of you.


Love,

H