Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary of early mornings, steel toes and a hard hat.
Doesn’t sound like much, true, but for me?
Freaking outstanding because I really, really hate mornings.
Especially early ones.
I came here tonight after another (successful) day of living through gearing up for the craziness that only comes once a year. One accompanied by all the wildness of a carnival, but coupled with more importance and urgency.
As it should be.
I sat down intending to write on a different topic tonight, I did, but this seems to be the only one that’s wanting to be written.
I blame the Fireball.
It’s more than capable of standing up to the raised eyebrows I’m likely evoking.
Thing is when I started this job, I was asked if I was nuts. Surely I must be, so far from my past career, insanity could be the only possible explanation for this dramatic change.
So physically demanding and rough. And certainly not like me at all.
That must be it, I had officially gone down the hill and ’round the bend.
I was informed, and by more than a few smugly smiling faces, that I wouldn’t last a month, a week, not even a day.
Bets were placed.
Guess who’s smug now?
I’ve had my share of victories, great big ginormous victories, but am not without some regrettable losses too.
I suppose it’s the push.
The balance that must be maintained. Good with the bad and all that stuff.
I try to remember this every day.
Though admittedly, some days are better than others.
Today, I was able to speak to an overseas friend I haven’t spoken to in years. (You know who you are)
One who made my day, just by hearing their voice. And made me feel like I’d come home.
The thing I’m thinking about right now?
I made it.
Oh yeah, you better believe I’m smiling.