An Adventure

I'm learning now that life is an adventure. Sometimes we willingly seek out adventure and yet at other times we stumble upon it. [Maybe occasionally we are violently thrown into it]

I never was an adventurous one.

I have no sense of direction, I am incredibly shy, and seemingly incapable of functioning without the assistance of another human being.

However, I am surviving. (Insert "I'm a Survivor" by Destiny's Child as a mental theme song)

In the past months, or maybe even the past year. I have spent much time complaining, whining, crying, failing, and drowning. I have also spent time soaring, smiling, succeeding, and living.

There was still something missing.

Appreciation, thanks, and acknowledgement.

I never take the time to acknowledge how I'm feeling. I never stop to say or think, "Well I wonder why"

Recently I realized how important it is to appreciate what I have and what I have accomplished. I don't mean the boastful bragging kind of appreciation. I mean the genuine kind of appreciation. As for thanks- I don't say thank you enough. Not enough in a day-to-day setting when someone helps me and definitely not enough for people who are just in my life- the people willing to put up with me and all that that entails.

So back to the adventure.

College was an adventure, and one that I miss an incredibly amount. Here I am, in my first real job though.

What time is it???? ADVENTURE TIIIIME!!! [Only those of you as obsessed with cartoons as I am will get this...]

Paying bills, having accounts, buying groceries, remembering to clean all the little things that need cleaned, killing spiders, remembering to turn the lights off, setting the thermostat, putting gas in the car, shutting the windows, setting the alarm, washing the dishes... these are all incredibly new experiences for me.

Insurance, retirement, paychecks, discounts, organizations, unions, keys, locks, special envelops, documentation, documentation, documentation...

Among all of these lists, worries, and new things.. I am learning to appreciate.

I survived over a month at my new job. I have lived on my own successfully for over a month. No explosions, death, violence, missing people, fires, or other disasters.

I have had good and bad days.. but I am here. I have a job at a great school with great students and staff.

Some days I get really stressed and some days I have funny stories.. other days I am just happy.

I decided I should start writing again. To document my adventures. Adventures of growing up, living alone, getting married, and working.

Students say the funniest things and sometimes see the world more clearly than the most educated adult. I hope to share great things with my readers. Regardless, I miss writing and I love to journal. So here I am. Enjoy.