New year, new job, new lifeWritten by hootenannie on January 11th, 2012
Do you miss me the way that I miss you?
Because I miss you.
I didn’t mean to stop blogging. But for me, “stopping blogging” is a lot like “starting eating” – if I don’t pay attention, it just happens. And then it’s been days, and then weeks, and I’m a wreck, moaning about how my life has no meaning or purpose and I’LL NEVER BE SKINNY AGAIN.
This cannot happen. I WILL NOT ABIDE BY IT. I must blog.
So, let’s play catch up. It will be fun, and you will love it.
The numero uno, top tier piece of information from my life that I have to tell you is that I adore my new job. I adore it. It’s busy and dynamic and fun, and incorporates a lot of things that I love (writing, social media, ideas, relationships, to-do lists, generosity, details, travel). It’s good for me to be out of the house, no longer working from home. I am consistently wearing outfits – honest-to-goodness outfits – for the first time in over a year. I am showering on a schedule. I am talking to other humans in real life. I am using my brain in fun ways, and getting to know the natural foods industry, and Tebowing on a regular basis out of sheer gratitude for the opportunity.
Speaking of Tebow, oh my gracious. Did anyone else watch the Broncos on Sunday? I did. At the next door neighbor’s house – who I don’t even know. But what can I say? My decision to become a Broncos fan is bringing me into a new sphere, one with dual flatscreen TVs and crockpots of chili and really nice people and flags on the plays (which I pretend to understand and then get indignant about). Living three blocks from the stadium, our Sunday evening was loud and giddy. If you ever want to feel a part of a city, just start rooting for their sports teams. Take it from me: insta-community-builder.
It’s a snowy, snowy day in Denver today. But Subaruthless got me up the hill that all of the other cars were stuck on. And because I don’t own a single pair of leggings, I am wearing my running tights under a long sweater and my black boots.
I’m ready for anything.