merci

I've come down from my NYC buzz.
but I do feel re-energized and inspired.
unfortunately, poor lulu still has a bad heat rash from the weekend, it was damn hot.
So now we have to endure A.C.
that's the big drag about summer. It's often too hot to bring small kids outside to play.
I like the heat, but she's definitely her father's daughter and doesn't like being overly warm.
But this works out well because I'm working on a freelance project this week which entails being inside.
last week when I was at the gym I overheard a woman complaining to her trainer about how she just doesn't like her career anymore. She had a very successful corporate position, but was feeling unfulfilled.
She described the type of job she would love to do.
Something creative & flexible.
a job where she can be in different environments and meet lots of different people.
possibly lucrative but that wasn't essential as her husband does well enough.
something that would allow her to spend more time with her kids.
something that she was truly passionate about.
I felt really bad for her.
But she basically described my career.
I know alot of people really don't like or love their jobs.
I'm not one of them.
I feel really really lucky.
sometimes I feel guilty because of it.
How did I get so fortunate?
A great husband, a beautiful daughter, loving family (well pretty quirky, but loveable nonetheless)
I live in a great neighbourhood, I'm healthy, I have a cool job...
I'm not overly religious, but I feel like lately, someone has really been looking out for me up there.
Not everything in my life is perfect, but it's the closest it's ever been.
I'm grateful, but it also scares the crap out of me.
I've paid my dues.
I've lived in crappy neighbourhoods (that are now considered cool)
I dated some real losers.
I've had some serious issues with my mother over the years (therapy is an amazing thing)
I've had to put up with lots of long days at work, dealing with lots of well...strong personalities.....to put it kindly.
so I guess it's okay to rejoice a little.
It just feels so foreign.
It's much easier to bitch and complain about stuff than to sit down and take a deep breath and say,
Thank-you.