I'm a nanny to a f*cking awesome seven-year-old and I do a bunch of random errands for and with her kick*ss parents. Mrs. X? I think the world of her, unlike ScarJo. I'm also now a Perot Museum volunteer (of which I somehow passed the interview by the grace of God despite running off -208 hours of sleep); as of yesterday I'm now a PT coordinator at the Dallas Children's Theater. It's like my dreams are happening. It's weird. I've been through extreme ups and downs since college and at twenty-four-and-a-half-years-old I'm getting what I've always dreamed and prayed for. Which is peace, content and happiness. In a creative atmosphere, of course. :-)
|Mrs. Frizzle for Bella|
It's taken twenty-four years for me to understand and/or experience what "happiness" is. My version of it? Well, it's being able to put $60 worth of Shell gasoline in the tank while thanking the Lord above for being able to do so. It's driving down Preston at 8:45PM after a day's work and seeing the gorgeous tree lines along St. Andrews. It's also waking up every single morning, ready to go, before my alarm clock, because my "job" and "boss" are just so unbelievably awesome.
And I say this with air quotes because if any of you knew Mrs. X, her child, and/or her husband, you would understand why. They don't feel like "employers" because they are like family. I love 'em. And I'd kill for 'em. They inspire me daily with their curiosity, intelligence, and positivity.
More importantly, they bring out the best in me.
There are good people in this world.
So, I encourage you all to visit Cosmic Cafe, treat yourself to a good karma stone, and enjoy this pure bliss of life that I'm currently in. Because it's great, y'all.