Brownies and Locally Made Wine

So here I sit, the 4th Friday night of my new life.  It’s been quiet…there was a productive visit to the gym, some laundry, and dinner and wine.  A good night.

I sit here thinking of the weekend, random thoughts swirling about in my head.  Seeing mom tomorrow.  Helping a friend tomorrow night.  Brunch Sunday.  I don’t have to go to sleep early tonight if I don’t want.  I can sleep late(ish) in the morning.  I should follow up with some writing leads I’ve gotten this week.

It hits me.  I am satisfied.  I’m not dreading Sunday nights anymore.  My life is linear, and it’s stretching on and on, unforeseeable, infinite.  Possibility.  Who knows what will happen in a year, six months, a week, tomorrow.  I track how much I’ve changed in the past year, and I almost can’t place myself.  But that’s ok.  It’s good.

The apartment is quiet and the twinkle lights are plugged in, gently lending their glow to my kitchen.  I’m showered and sleepy; the wine has taken affect.

Happy Friday, friends.  Here’s to making your future exactly what you want it to be.

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The Top 5…

I realize that successful blogs have to have a purpose, a theme, a united front that every post relates back to.

This isn’t one of those posts.  Sorry.

I do hear, however, that lists are in.  The Top 10 Disney Songs!  11 Ways You’re Doing Your Hair Wrong!  50 Ways to Leave Your Lover!

…wait.  Scratch that last one, it’s taken.

So, ladies and gentlemen, in spirit of the top 5 numbered lists, I give you The Top 5 Songs That Have Been Stuck in My Head Lately.

Passion Pit – Take a Walk

I have a thing for songs with solid beats and minor chords in the background.  Solid lyrics never hurt either.

Vampire Weekend – Unbelievers

I also have a thing for sweet, simple, catchy songs.  Dance Music, anyone?

Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

I love me some dirty guitar riffs.  Has a taste of Black Keys…you know, before they started sucking.

Bastille – Bad Blood

Honestly, I have no idea why I like this.  I’m not sure if I actually do.  But it keeps popping up, so there you go.

The Wood Brothers – The Muse

This song, by my amazing guitar teacher, carried me through my breakup and all the subsequent adventures that I’ve been on since then.  Oliver is an amazing songwriter (not to mention an amazing human being), and I hope one day I can grow up to write songs that he does.  It’s not looking likely,  but a girl can dream, can’t she?

There you have it, folks…some insight into my brain.  I’ve always been plagued with songs rumbling around in there, day and night, and so now you can join me.

What have you been listening to lately?

Climb, Climb, Climb

They say that the worst thing is to be never satisfied.  To always want more, no matter what we have and how many dreams we’ve accomplished and possessions we have.

Normally, I’d agree with that.

Tonight, however, I made margaritas, and tequila apparently puts me in a pensive mood.

It’s ok to never be satisfied.  It’s ok to always look ahead, plan for the next big thing, strive for something bigger.  How would we grow if we didn’t keep climbing?

The way I see it, there’s a difference between being satisfied and being comfortable.  I’ve been comfortable…I was a nanny for 3 years, and I basically stopped looking for my dream job because the work was easy, the money was good, and I was comfortable.  It’s the classic anecdote – you get stuck at your dead end, 9-5 job and before you know it 30 years have gone by and you’re wondering where time went and why you never did get to those ideas and dreams you’d planned.  You’re happily stuck, because you can pay your bills, have a little bit of fun on the weekend, maybe save a little.  And so there you stay.

However, on the other hand…you could apply to grad school and get your Masters in social work.  You could go to nursing school and work your way up.  You could apply to vet school and open your own practice.  Or, you could quit your job in that field you really didn’t like anyway and get a part-time job editing books and fill in the rest of your days prospecting for clients that desperately need your writing assistance.  And then, after you’ve done that for a few years, you can start your own magazine.  And then you can go back to school, get your PhD, and teach.  You can then finally publish that novel, or collection of short stories, or memoir.

See?  Never be satisfied.  Always want more.  Because life is so damn short…it’s up to us to make our lives the way we want them.  Don’t ever settle.