Hard to believe it's been over one month since I last made a post. "Busy" may be one of my mom's least favorite words, but for certain life has been chaotic these last four weeks!
Now over two weeks into February, and it's already smelling like Springtime. Who's in love, here? Yesterday alone, I was able to go to work in a skirt, jean jacket, and flats, beginning at 7am! Granted there's still small piles of snow on the ground, so it is a bit of a mystery outdoors..."Work", you say? Indeed, I am employed again (!) and it is a position at an organization that I get up excited to go to work for. I have even brought some things home to work on over weeknights, or checked into my email on the weekends to resolve any lingering issues, and I couldn't be happier with the kind of work that I am doing.
Some of you may remember from a previous post in December that I met with the woman who has been heading up the non-profit, Orphan Support Africa, by her lonesome essentially for the past year and a half. She met with me, and as it turned out, half a dozen other wonderfully, philanthropic individuals either also on "sabbatical" or seeking an altruistic component within their lives. As a result, we're now in working order to successfully turn OSA back around by obtaining great funding resources and initiate our Philadelphia connections, since the headquarters also moved relatively recently to the city of Brotherly Love. All in all, it's been an incredibly encouraging six weeks to be a part of something with which I can attribute self-worth and the worth of its cause.
Valentine's Day was this past week, also, and let me just provide a small recap of what we did. NOTHING. And this "NOTHING" is not written about angst or frustration, but the sort of "NOTHING" which indicates a glorious amount of timely waste involving only our existing love for each other, without the societally-driven incessant need to spend and prove it to each other. Don't get me wrong, I actually like the idea of Valentine's Day, but like most other holidays we celebrate, why just limit to that one day? Mike did actually make reservations for sushi on Sunday, and we trekked out to the barren Olde City for an early-bird meal. Quaint and tucked away, we walked into the restaurant, and did enjoy ourselves a night full of sashimi and some heavy, married discussions about our nearing future plans. As far as our usual date nights go, it was the norm -- and I don't consider that a bad thing. I think the specifications of what Valentine's is supposed to mean goes against how we treat each other all the time: as two loving partners enduring a life together. Following on Monday night, the actual V-day, was truly about nothing; we went to work, I went to class, I came home, and we passed out by 9:30. Real love at its finest.
(**Note: blogger reports I published this on 2/11, but it was in fact 2/19 - thus why the Valentine's Day stuff is written as "this past week"!)
