A look around…

I like to think about life. When I was in college, I dreamt of a paycheck larger than $100. I thought about how nice it would be to have a job, zero studying and just lay back at home after work. 

At the time, school was all I knew. If I was sick, it was OK to miss a day. If I didn’t feel like going to Calculus that day, I had a friend who would give me notes (I did the same for him). Things were so different then. It was a shock when I threw myself into the real world.

I remember my first few weeks on the job. Everyone, to me, was Mr. this and Miss that. They were, after all, my mentors into the real world. I was used to showing people older than me some respect with the prefixes. However, that got fixed pretty quickly when a big boss told me it makes me sound like a child. I didn’t want to be known as the young one, so I started to call people my parents’ age/grandparents’ age by their first name now. It was so weird, but I learned and caught on quickly. Now, people of that age see me as a colleague. Even weirder.

Now that I’ve been in the real world  for over 3 years, I think ahead to what life will be like professionally. Will I ever be trusted to lead a team? What will my salary be? What will I know now that I didn’t know today? It’s hard to just sit there and do the same old, same old everyday without wondering where I am headed.

Marriage wise, I’m always thinking about the future. Will my husband still find me pretty? Will we still have our date nights? Will I be a good mother? Will I be able to handle a monster blow-out in the middle of Bath & Body Works? How much sleep will I get?

I know l will adjust in the future. Will it be a struggle for a while? Of course. Will I miss today? I’m sure of it. Will there be surprises along the way? Definitely.

Oh yes, surprises. Surprises are a different ball game. Adjusting to the unexpected…welcoming some new twists. Never in a million years did I think I would be taking pictures of food that I cooked and people would CARE about them. Now, my kitchen is my therapy. I play music and make up lyrics to songs I don’t know while onions sweat it out in a pan. I dance around while pounding down bread dough. Me? Sewing? That’s something I didn’t expect to be able to do. I’m no longer cussing at my rotary cutter or finding myself too lazy to change a thread color because I’m afraid the machine won’t work after. I’m making things when I want something, rather than going to a store and buying it. I’m thinking up crafts for gifts and finding constant inspiration in fabric shops. Never thought that would be me. Nah-uh. I didn’t think I’d be able to grow a garden. I used to be that kid who would throw temper tantrums in the middle of the Garden Center of Home Depot. I didn’t care about plants…didn’t want to. Sucky thing was, Mom is a horticulturist and Dad, well, he’s a hobbyist in veggie gardening. Garden Centers were their haven. Now look at me. I email my Mom or Dad when my garden wilts or when I see a funny bug. They think I’m weird now.

I guess a good look around at my life is bound to happen. With paths that I thought I would once encounter closing and new ones always opening, it’s hard not to. Life is really truly what Forrest Gump says it is, but I love it!

Comments

  1. Amy,

    Just wanted to say that your sewing, cooking, photography, and writing skills blow me away. And it seems there’s nothing you can’t do well! Here’s to the awesome life that you’re sure to (continue) to make for yourself!

    • Aww thank you! I try to keep myself from getting bored, so I dabble in different things. Thanks for the sweet compliment!

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