I went to see Brett Dennen in concert on Tuesday. I love his music. His last song was Blessed is this life. I have been singing it to myself since. "Blessed is this life- I want to celebrate being alive...) Love it. And I am celebrating being alive.
Watching Wipeout makes me laugh out loud every time I watch it. I am watching it now.
A couple weeks ago I went on a walk with Harley and walked by a HUGE hole in the ground. An apartment building is being built. There were trucks and cranes and huge pipes in the hole. I become completely lost in wonder about the creation of world as we know it. Not the world as in Earth- but everything that is on the earth. Homes, the things in our homes, cars, clothes, food, life- the process of creation of the things in this world as pretty amazing.
I have never been happier in my own skin. Not ever. And it seems like people are noticing. I had an experience this last weekend that I will remember for the rest of my life. I was at one of Becka's best friends wedding. We stayed at this cool summer camp resort type place with all the other wedding guests for the entire weekend- most of the guests were people I didn't know. The last night we were there I got pulled aside by Linda- an older woman from Colorado who told me she had been watching me since the weekend began and noticed a magnetic positive energy around me. She told me that she noticed my confidence and said she wished all people felt as comfortable in their own skin as I felt in mine. I was shocked to hear what she was saying and tears spilled out of my eyes. I have come along way the last couple years and I know who I am.
Harley went to dog boot camp for 2 weeks. He is much more mellow and wants to cuddle all the time.
I miss my family everyday. My family is spread out across the country right now. Jami and Dave are in Minnesota with their kiddos while Dave finishes medical residency. Curtis is visiting them right now. Nils is in Mississippi for a summer internship. Jess is currently in Heber getting ready to run the Ragnar race tomorrow. And I am in Seattle.
I miss my life in Logan, too. I guess my life in Logan was life before I became an adult. I didn't worry much about bills, I played in the mountains on (almost) a daily basis, I lived and worked and played with my best friends, my job changed lives every single day and it seems I was always tan. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever live in Utah again. I hope I do.
This summer I am going to go camping as often as possible. And no, summer hasn't started here yet. I hope it starts soon. I want to remember what its like to wear shorts and tshirts.
Grass and weeds and everything else green grows so much faster in Washington than Utah. I should mow the lawn 2 times a week. I don't. I only mow it once a week. And that seems like a lot. And I should weed even more than that. I don't. I have become that neighbor noone wants to have.
That's all for now.
