Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Oh, hey, this exists.

It's funny how when life is going well, it's easy to forget to document it. 

The beginning of my porch garden.

When things go wrong, the first thing we do is shake our fists at the sky and ask for a reason, or at least for company.
Once the road smooths out, suddenly shouting from the rooftops is less of a priority.

So, here I am.  Life is pretty great.  I live in a beautiful and spacious apartment with friends I get along with. 

Kayley and one of my roommates.

Kayley - my cat - is healthy and has plenty of birds to chitter at from the windowsill. 

I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves me (that dancer guy from last year - /high five!!  Yeah, all the drama blew over pretty quickly). 

Mark thinks he can get away with working at my place.

I'm making ends meet by doing editing and writing freelance under my own brand.  Editing has always been my dream job, but I honestly never thought of getting paid to do something I love so much until now.  It's a weird feeling, that work doesn't have to be "work". 

My website, if you need an editor.

I'm still applying for jobs with benefits, but only the ones I really want.  I'm also still doing temp work, but those are also contracts that have more relevance to what I want to be doing.

Got a haircut for the new job and all.







So overall, I feel good.  I'm winning on my work-in-progress.