So, I seem to be on a bi-annual cadence in writing in this blog. I still owe you the story of the 2nd cousin I met last year but I will have to save that for another time.
I love reading blogs. Yesterday I wasted a good chunk of my day reading about other people’s lives and living vicariously through them. I feel like so many people in my life are so wise and/or funny. I covet their prowess with language and their ability to transport me into their world. They make the most mundane parenting task seem like something I couldn’t live without and the most complex theological concept so real and applicable. The power of the written word is amazing.
Speaking of words, I have been struggling with the title of my blog. Five years ago it was right on, but as I approach the twilight of my 20s I realize that I am probably past the quarter mark in my life (unless I pull a Methuselah). Unfortunately, I still feel like I am going through my quarter life crisis. I am little more secure than I was 5 years ago, but I am still at a loss for what the next steps in my life should be. The things I thought I needed to move past the quarter life crisis were husband (no luck there), babies (definitely not), or a house (still working on that). But what really do I have to complain about? I have a job that I enjoy and can support myself. I have amazing friends who love me and a family that I know will be there for me if I need them.
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