I am very happy right now.
When I say it is so good, I am saying it with the near moan that follows a good taste.
I don’t know what it is exactly. I can tell you what it is generally.
I have been promoted at work. I was the Executive Assistant and now I am the Development Associate.
Why does this make me happy?
I am so happy you asked.
I am in a role related more to fundraising than not. I get to find creative ways to share why the investment in our organization is unlike any other. I get to wade into the deep good even further. My dream job just got dreamier.
I am playing roller derby in my first home bout of the season on Saturday night.
I will be skating in my own super pack. (insert laugh track for lame political joke) I will be doing what I have been training to do for a year. This makes me happy and sick to my stomach with nerves at the same time.
I am leaving for Uganda in less than two weeks. The passport is here. I will be filling my Malaria prescription soon. I am borrowing a camera from a friend and documenting all of the things I try to explain with wild gesturing and wide excited eyes. Maybe the photos will help me look less crazed.
What can I say? The idea of obliterating devastating poverty kind of does it for me.
I have already begun writing posts for my children to publish automatically. I am almost ready.
My children. My children are brilliant. I recently gave away our TV.
Like, I put it on the curb and said “via con Dios”. They weren’t thrilled with me. If they could see their minds explode with creativity the way I am now, they would be thrilled with it all. My home is being lifted up off of the ground with imagination. Things are being hidden and then seeked. Paint is splattering the walls and uno trash talk is being spread around. We are coming alive as a family and I don’t know why I waited so long to get that thing out of my house.
Seriously. I actually feel a little bad about donating it. I feel like I just donated a bad habit.
I know. I am probably being dramatic but….Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care.
I seemed to have fallen into a pocket of amazing people. The birds that are flying with me are so good. I love that we flock together. I love that we skate, do good deeds, dance, drink, eat, laugh and laugh some more. I love that our differences provide a world wide open.
Maybe it’s the giddiness of a girl watching the sun fall down around her shoulders.
It’s all so good.