Sunshine and Weekends

My weekend, so far, can be summed up by this picture:

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Friday ended with delicious pho (my first experience…it will be happening again) and season 2 of Sherlock.  I must admit, I am not a Beneton Cummberbund fan.  Yes, I know his real name, and no, I will never spell or pronounce it correctly, because how often do you get such a golden opportunity to mangle something?  Tomorrow, the laundry and vacuuming will occur.  I will not longer speak of it, so maybe it will go away.  I’d much rather be spending time working and prospecting (news flash: I’ll probably be doing that, too.  Weekends are exciting).

Pho!!

Pho!!

In other news, this upcoming week is ripe with deadlines and appointments, one of which is my first Daughters of the American Revolution meeting.  I’m excited to begin the membership process and subsequently meet new friends and do excellent things for the community.

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My extended family down in Charleston and over in Sumter have been invaluable in this process.  They really are the best.

2015, though only a solid 2 weeks in, has proved exciting and awesome.  I can’t wait to see what the future holds.

Now.  More wine.

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.