Friday, May 23, 2014
I haven't updated to the capacity I would have liked, but that is because I've been kicking back a lot lately. I've found myself getting a bit lazier with adventures, but I've also been very happy because I went to a series of interviews for a job, and I got it! It makes me incredibly happy because we would eventually need the money when the student loans come in, but also I really wanted this job.
It's just a nice feeling to know that my confidence from the interviews wasn't in vain. I wasn't arrogant, but I was ready. When I was a freshman in college, I would have never guessed I would have had any confidence at all to go into a real job interview, but my training and education definitely was worth it because I didn't even hesitate when I walked in that place.
Today I went into the orientation, which was basically an hour of signing things and reading, but now everything is set which is a lot off of my to-do lists. Now I just have to hide the bodies before the background check goes through (only kidding).
Anyway, sorry for no exciting pictures of any adventures. Now that I've gotten that done and over with, I plan on going on more adventures and watching a little less Netflix. I hope y'all have been just dandy. I know I haven't been keeping up very well. Sorry.
Friday, May 9, 2014
There was a man on a bench minding his own business as he carried a tune. I couldn't recognize it, but I could recognize that I enjoyed it. There were many reasons to hum that day. He held a smile as we made eye-contact, and I noticed the way his face wrinkled. He seemed to have held with him many lifetimes and reasons to smile and hum. I wondered what that must be like. While many my age still carry with us the ability to remember when we were just barely speaking, he could recall who he was when he was my age.
"Good afternoon," I said.
"Good afternoon," he replied.
The road was crooked and led up the mountain, far out of sight. I sat beside him to see what he was waiting for. Perhaps I would find out in time.
"Lovely weather," he said, continuing to hum.
"It is," I said. "You seem to be enjoying it well enough."
"I do what I can."
I do what I can. What could that mean? Was he holding onto a false sense of happiness--the kind that withers away the moment a cloud appears?
"Are you waiting on someone?" I asked.
"Not particularly," he said with a smile. "Just waiting."
"Waiting for the rain."
"But you don't have an umbrella."
"Don't need one." He stopped humming.
Rain interrupts the sunshine the same way that night interrupts the day, yet tomorrow feels like such an awful long time. We move forward, we experience, we observe. Yet sometimes time passes even slower as if we hadn't at all. That second hand ticks by, and you can feel each tick beat in your chest--taunting you, reminding you of how you're spending your day.
The man stood up off of the bench and began walking home, I assume, far from me. He turned around and nodded to me politely before heading west. He was getting soaked as the drizzling quickly turned into a downpour. I stayed on that bench, wondering if I could wait it out. Under the shade of the trees I was fine for now. If that man could enjoy the bright day, quietly, while it lasted, I could handle a little a rain.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Scales, ripples and breeze--there we were in a getaway for two just feet from where we live. We traveled down a worn path under the beat of a warm and underwhelming sun. How wonderful it truly is to be able to fall away and lose ourselves for some time in a place as beautiful as this. Your hand in mine is all I need. This is paradise.