Way with words

I'm a journalist, a writer and a shower singer. I take pictures, but I don't fancy myself a photographer.

I read the New York Times and wish I could write like that.

I love receiving surprise gifts.

I'm married.

I have an undiagnosed chronic illness.

I wear high heels.

I eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.

I am more than the sum of my parts.

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Wed Oct 22

one beginning

First day at TNoOC.

It was much better than I had even dared to hope. I was beginning to convince myself that taking this job was a mistake — what ContentEditor had said about weeklies being a step down was going to my head, I think. But the people I met and hung out with today were great. Every last one of them.

I’m hoping every day will be this good.

(I know it’s not going to happen, but it’s a good hope.)

It could only be better if it was our place I came home to. Our dog. To The Hubs.

Only two months, I hope it flies by. If it drags, I don’t know what I’ll do. I miss him so much already.