The day after I finally left a gray, principle-eating job, life presented me with some pretty colorful doors to open. I am involved in an internship with a magazine that I have loved for a very long time, with content that rings home. All about Oregon, it's amazing people, their tiny beautiful talents, and where they wanderlust. The people I work with are so nice, so cool, I don't know how to be. I've had to remember how to be, after working under individuals who wouldn't ever let me be me. I find myself in a place where I'm obnoxiously grateful for even being listened to, my ideas valued, and the biggest challenge has been to tone it down a bit. My previous work environment was so toxic, and the people at the magazine remind me of who I was before I got all weathered. So far, the experience has been journey into coming into my brightness again. I remember this girl hiding deep inside, who is comfortable, smart, and confident. I am remembering the feeling of worthiness, and learning to be patient as I come back into myself.
I start writing again, today. Wish I was hip enough to actually write, but I type a heck of alot faster! I contributed to my naturalist blog for the last year, but it is no longer mine, and I need somewhere to foster my thoughts. The reason I began to write again is because a few days ago, my best friend asked me to marry him, and I never ever want to forget the story. Never, ever, nope.