Life...or something like it?

Well. I got a job. *Waits for applause*. So, Mamacita, if you come in at night or during the weekend and see Lindsey and I both working at Steak N' Shake, don't be surprised. I go in Thursday for Orientation. I already think I'm going to love working there, everyone is great.

So much to say but I don't know where to begin. Been thinking a lot about who I am lately, and I penned the most perfect description of how I'd like to be remembered someday. Yet, there feels like there is so much more that I need to add to it before posting it here.

There's a quote, that I found the other day. I am in love with it. It goes a little something like this.

You have achieved perfection in design not when you have anything to add

but when you have nothing more to take away.

I love it. It's perfect. So, I figure this, if you have lost everything in your life at one point or another, or you are happy with where your life is in the moment, then you're perfect. They say perfection doesn't exist, but maybe we're all just looking at it the wrong way. My stretch marks on my upper region are beautiful to me because they were part of being pregnant, which produced the cutest kid I have ever had the opportunity to meet. Yet, at times I feel ugly compared to him because he's amazing. He's taken to waving bye bye to me now, when I walk out of the room.

Yet another sign that he's getting older. He'll be nine months on Christmas day.