Never underestimate those who are loyal to you though. It’s easy to grow complacent, dependent on this loyalty. To forget the root of it as a shared vision and instead as a potted plant… something that is just there when you expect it to be. Understanding loyalty, and those who give it to you, is core to building amazing things from it. Taking it for granted burns the loyalty away and generally creates lifelong enemies in the process. 
- Kayfabe 

I have told this story to many of you about my first workplace ... and for those of you who may have not entirely believed me.  Here it is.  However, he seems to have removed the ending of the story... where he stabs a whole near the bottom end/side of the bottle before leaving for the night.  He, or someone.  :/

"...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards.  Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for." 

- Andrea Gibson, Evolution

What a beautiful reminder.  Thank you, Esther.  

A little different than my normal style, but so many beautiful little details.  :) 

I think I'm having a quarter life crisis.  Does that happen?  I started bawling on my boyfriend last Friday night.  When we showed up an hour late, my roommate could tell what had kept us.  :/  I suddenly dislike blogs (except of those owned by my friends - I sincerely like those - and you all are hardly blogging lol).  I have no desire to grow my career into anything involving "social media" or marketing unless of a very specific role.  In fact, I feel like we are so over-saturated with "social media" and blogs full of cotton-candy equivalent of creativity that I want to shut mine down for fear of contributing.

I don't know what I want to do with my life suddenly.  I feel I'm stuck.  And though I have the most wonderful boyfriend who has twice now asked me in the most sincere and caring terms for "a story" as a gift... I can't seem to write a darn thing.  Nor do I really even know if I feel like writing.

I feel desperate to create.  [Something tangible.]  And I feel -100% creative.

I feel like my life is about to change - has to change, drastically - or I'll go truly, bloody, mad.  But I don't have the faintest idea how to change it.  I just have to wait.  Be patient.  Keep being patient.  Keep seeking.

Quarter life crisis.

[Linda, I know, Joseph.  Trust me, he's on my mind.]

I'm going to push through.  And I'm going to write.  Because it is one thing I know for certain: I was born to write.  If only I could just discover the how, the where, and the who is paying me to do it.  Because I feel I've been sitting in this darn cold holding cell for a year now.  And before this one, there were others.

There are probably some, but not many that I have known, feelings better than that of knowing a dear friend who has been far away will soon be near again.   That cherished memories will have new laughs, new books, and new cups of hot coffee.  That once again, you'll have a good reason to be late from lunch.  Instead, you will be climbing up-hill with your arms full of treasures from the antique mines of Pike Place.  Making off like pack mice in a busy world.  And you won't be alone.

Even if it cannot last.

Why is no one blogging???!! 

Dream Room. 

Didn't fail
at mumsy's Honey Baked Chicken last night.

Though, I think each of us girls learned to make that one around 13.  

I tried making homemade spaghetti like my mom's last night.  I failed.  Pretty disappointing to taste "bland" after sauteing fresh garlic, onions and mushrooms.  I have a lot to learn my friends.  A lot to learn.   

On a similar note, my boss asked me if I'd ever used AllRecipes.com.  That was an unexpected conversation for the two of us to have.  Turns out he's a big spaghetti fan.  And he had some good suggestions.  Only weird if you know him. 

And the dream home photos continue. 

A little past "25" but I just knocked off one more of my goals today.  :)  

Guess who opened an IRA. 

This girl.  Finally.

My Beau makes the best old fashioned.  

It's so good, I don't even care to order them any more... at any restaurant.  

That's the downfall.  Most of the cocktails I taste these days are his, 

or they're wanting. 

I know you are mocking me right now, Kristin.  

But you have to admit that it's true.