c'est la vie
This morning one of the morning radio shows was talking about what your fantasy job is. Well, I’m working at my fantasy job right now!
Oprah said in an interview last month, “I feel like I would do this if I didn’t get a dime for it, and that’s why you know you are doing the right thing — because it doesn’t even feel like work.”
I completely agree with her, and I hope I always do. I’ve been working at the magazine (officially) very close to a year now, and still genuinely love coming to work every morning. Sure, there are the days where I’d rather stay in bed, but everyone has an off day. Even when I’m up against deadline (like this past week) and things are absolutely insane I love it. I love the thrill of getting to tell someone’s story and being a voice in the city of Albuquerque. I just love every aspect it, and think it’s beyond cool that I can call my favorite hobby a “job.”
*What’s your fantasy job?*
Now on to less exciting stuff: Kenny’s deployment in less than two weeks. Yup, the countdown is now at 13 days. Scary stuff. I’m not so much scared about the job he’s going to do out there – he’s reassured me about all of that. Actually, I guess you could say I’m more sad than scared.
Sad that I won’t be able to talk to my best friend every day.
Sad that something exciting will happen, but by the time get to talk to him I’ll forget to mention it.
Sad that he’ll be alone in the desert.
Sad about the little things, like missing him.
He’ll only be gone for two and a half months, which is an amazingly short amount of time compared to what it could be. He and I have also gone that long without seeing each other; we just haven’t gone that long without talking to each other. Sigh. I’m sure there will be plenty of posts about how I feel about this in the future…