It's been a while, and this might be a little too philosophical...

I'm pretty terrible at this blogging thing... to say it's been a while would be quite the understatement... it's been over a year, and over half of my posts are about how I'm terrible at this thing. So maybe this isn't one of my talents, maybe I'm just not cut out to be a blogger, I aspire to have the dedication and determination of talented bloggers, but I don't know that I have the desire. One thing this past year has taught me is that you need to try things you don't necessarily desire to do because sometimes it leads to something bigger than you can see. Enough of the philosophical dreaming, I wanted to share with you some of the thoughts I've had over the past year or so... or really, just today... No, I'm not going to set a goal, or promise to blog once a week, lets be real... that's just not me, but I am going to try to share some of my big adventures, lessons I've learned, recipes I've tried, hopes I have, and things I think you might find interesting. Tyler is definetly the writer of the relationship, and I'm the "artist" but here we are sitting on a beautiful Sunday morning with the windows open and breeze blowing, him with the paintbrush and me pounding away at the keyboard.

It occurred to me the other day that I have been in the DMV for almost THREE years. If you asked me three years ago where I'd be living in three years I would say... not here... but alas, when opportunity knocks, you open the door, the door down the hall, and the door down the hall from that. As much as this isn't my ideal place to live I have enjoyed a few things here and there, and knowing that I'm not the only person desperately wanting to get away, but knowing I just can't leave because of the opportunities available really helps... seriously, 80% of the people you talk to here are ready to go, but just holding on to the glimpse of something here that they can't find somewhere else. For me, that's the chance to do things that I thought NO ONE would ever trust me/let me do, go places I'd probably never go on my own, and meet people that would normally never cross my path.

Example Places: Laguna Beach, California...How could you ever complain about this view?

To be honest I'm not that much of a beach fan, the salt, the sand... everywhere... and not to mention, THE SUNBURNS. But seriously... That is GORGEOUS! (Side-note: Almost everyone in the office is obsessed with The Montage, but I have to admit, my favorite place is The Royal Palms in Phoenix, AZ. I LOVE Phoenix, it's absolutely perfect, at least for a couple of months out of the year. I love waking up and seeing Camelback Mountain, Jimmy's Old Fashioned... you have to have one to understand, and the amazing cool, dry dessert air.)

So that'd be a CHECK for beautiful places...

As far as opportunities: More recently, I've been given the opportunity to do some filming, photography, and graphic work at the office, and I thought I'd never get paid to do that sort of stuff, that was always just a "in another life" dream. It's extremely stressful, a huge risk, and I'm definitely sure I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm really glad I opened that door.

Fascinating people: Below you see me filming a fireside chat with Gus Hunt, the former Chief Technology Officer of the Central Intelligence Agency.... fascinating... I KNOW!

So really... in the big scheme of things, I can't complain. I've had a really good year+. Actually, I think I can say I'm pretty darn happy with the way things are going. I'm spending almost every weekend with my best friend, living outside, taking chances, and having a great time. I think for me at least, it's really easy to get caught up in the shitty stuff that hits day-to-day, and forget about the overall picture of life. Are you getting caught up in the daily hum drum? Do you need to take a step back and see the big picture? Honestly, I think we all do it, it's just easier to complain than to be happy, why is that?

 

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