a cup of tea.
My life as of late tends to be made up of a constantly re-filled tea cup, an endless flow of words both written and spoken, a sink (and counter) full of dirty dishes, and good, good people. Do you ever get to a point in life where you think, this, without a doubt, is it? Because that’s where I am right now. While I still have a long way to go in terms of wants, desires, and goals, I have absolutely everything I need right now. Content just doesn’t seem a strong enough word to describe it because content doesn’t explain any of the excitement, joy, and general awesomeness of it all.
My sister and her husband recently moved in down the street from me. Having never lived in the same general area as my sister since she went away to college (12 long years ago), I honestly wasn’t sure what it would be like. But, it’s been absolutely perfect. Though my parents live fairly close, there’s nothing like having family right down the road. And I had no idea I’d spend so many nights sitting on their couch or that they’d want to hang out with me and Chris so much. There’s really nothing better than having family you can also call friends. And there’s nothing better than having friends in your life that you can truly count on and who truly care for you.
I’ve been writing more than I’ve ever written in my life. And while freelancing is still a tricky little lifestyle, I realize that I would give up my right arm to get paid to write and it’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing. And can’t ever imagine not doing it. It’s funny because, while I’ve always been a writer, writing doesn’t usually come easily to me. I’m generally not one to just let the words flow. I’m more of a thinker, a reader, a re-thinker, and a re-writer. But part of why I love writing so much is for the challenge. And for coming up with something in the end that really means something. Even if it’s just to me. And even if I do spend an hour writing stories about Justin Bieber as part of my job. I’m still writing and that’s what matters.
The dirty dishes are there because I’ve been cooking more than I ever have before, too. I’ve managed to build a pretty good schedule for myself that lets me cook at least a couple nights a week. And the more I cook, the more I fall in love with cooking. And the happier I am.
Then there’s the tea. I’ll still drink a couple glasses of red wine any night of the week, but lately there’s been nothing quite like a cup of hot cinnamon tea (Harney and Sons, if I have a choice). And there’s definitely not anything like sipping it with someone. Someone who’s always there to offer to re-fill your cup.
And that’s where life is right now. And yes, I realize I’m not usually totally cheesy like this but sometimes I can’t help it. I promise tomorrow I’ll be back to my frivolous fashion wants and Boston living. In the meantime, I’m having another cup of tea. OK, I’ll stop now. For real.
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