You know what? Life is good

It really is.  Even when you wake up at 6:20 when your shift started at 6:00 and you got out of the house, showered at 6:40.  The dog even got fed.  Life is still good. 

Because no one was mad, I started my first med pass on time, and I got an extra 1.5 hours of sleep. 

If I didn't get that extra sleep today, I wouldn't be up right now.  I wouldn't have gardened today, or worked out, or gotten my second wind at 11 PM tonight.  This is when I typically get my second wind (except when we go out, for some reason); this is when my creative juices flow.  Gross. Anyways, I'm at my finest work performance from 2300-0200.  The dog is asleep, the house is quiet, and I can turn my music on and type, or just listen to the crickets outside and write.

This writing thing is starting to grow on me.  Like, big time.  I've always enjoyed writing, I've mentioned that before, but I've never maintained my writing like I have in the last six months.  Its therapeutic, sure, but now it's starting to be more than that.  It's starting to change my everyday life.  I'm thinking in blog-speak--I'm constantly narrating my life in my head as I go about my day. 

You never know what the next day will bring you, I thought in the shower this morning (at 6:25), but that is so freakin cliche anyways. Of course you don't know what the day will bring you.

The quote of the day is "Don't drive like a jackass, just because you're late." Thank you Kevin.  I thought as I pushed a cart through the hallways, ahead of schedule. 

Yes, you never know what the day will bring you.  Yesterday's crazy, trying to bust open the backdoor little old lady is today's best conversationalist.  Around lunchtime.

Or maybe, the quote of the day is "A BUICK!" answered by the crazy old man, retired mechanic who I asked what the best car is.

I'm constantly thinking of things to write about, and occasionally I make a note, but most of the time, the thoughts are lost.  Maybe they'll pop up again and show up in a later post.  Either way, this writing thing is making me more aware of the writable moments of the day. 

Today is the second night in a row where I climb in bed with dirt under my nails.  And that's a good thing.  That means I touched the earth today, I was outside, the sun warmed my skin, the dog savored her back yard. 

The moment of the day came a couple of hours ago when I read this post and had the sudden urge to call Theresa and talk all night about my wedding and dancing with my girls.  But, she didn't respond and so I diverted my energy elsewhere.  I got my fix by playing "Glory Days" by the Boss, dancing in the basement thinking about the last dance (and tearing up, geeze), then sitting down and writing a toast/speech for our engagement party.

I want it to be tomorrow. 


It's a good toast by the way.  Funny and heartwarming. 


I am a lucky girl.  I have love and I love life and I am living life.