I’ve been thinking the same thing for two weeks now.
I can’t believe I get paid to do what I do.
I mean—I make a living doing something I truly love. Every day for the last two weeks, I get my day started with a little coffee and head out to rural Iowa to meet people and do my job. I get to drive a car furnished by my employer (who I’ll be deliberately vague about since they’re a rather *known* company) and while most people wouldn’t be too thrilled driving around a billboard, I’m not one of them. I couldn’t be happier driving it around, letting everyone know who I represent. I hold doors at gas stations, I smile at strangers, I shake hands, I make small talk, I set my cruise-control and I rock out to my Windshield Time playlist on Spotify.
Iowa never fails to be a magical place for me and I’m really lucky to get to explore as an added bonus to my job. For example, the last two weeks, I’ve gone down at least one dirt road to get to someone’s house. I’ve visited two legit farms. I’ve seen countless windmills and I’m becoming very familiar with the route from Des Moines to Omaha.
Today… and I’m going to do this an injustice—I was driving down a county road where I saw no one for 15 miles. It was corn as far as the eye could see. And beyond that, everything was painted white with snow: the trees were skeletons covered in white, the power lines were all coated white, the corn fields were white rolling hills. The world felt quiet and beautiful and I was lucky enough to be a part of that.
The point of all this, guys? I’m insanely lucky. Blessed, even. It’s been a long road getting here and it’s not lost on me that I’ve been well taken care of along the way. Every day, I’m thankful. Every day, I know I’m doing the right thing. I’m not planning my next move, I’m enjoying exactly where I am in this moment.
Hey guys! Happy Monday!
Posts like these are when it’s a good time to have a blog. I have some people I want to shout-out that totally deserve it. About three weeks ago (my goodness!) we had a baby shower for my sister and her little baby girl. It coincided perfectly with some training I had in CLE so I was able to get in a day early and help with last minute details and set up.
Sometimes I feel like my sister got the shaft with me as her big sister. She’s always been first in the big things (with the exception of graduating high school, of course) like getting married and having a baby. As a result, she’s been stuck with me helping organize said events; events for her. I feel bad cause I don’t know much about bridal showers, bachelorette parties, baby showers or planning weddings. Then there’s my crippling fear of public speaking/attention—so that combined with my general ignorance means my sister plans most of her own stuff. I’m sorry about this, sister. So I’ll just go ahead and let you all know that if it weren’t for our mothers and their friends, if it weren’t for my sister’s friends and if it weren’t for my sister, she may not have had much of a shower. She was in super-crafting mode and managed to come up with the whole theme and none of the finishing touches were overlooked. Our step-mom and a friend of hers made all the diaper cakes and were totally indispensable for everything shower-related; our mother made all the food, transported allllll the food and cooked all the food at the church—safe to say it knocked everyone’s socks off; Rachel and some of her girlfriends made the crafts and had the vision.
I’m so thankful for all the people who came out to support my sister and the baby. I had so many people come up to me and tell me what a lovely time they had—as though I had anything to do with it. Turns out, planning a shower from DSM was a bit more than I could do (again, sorry sister). Our friend Steven (and his gorgeous wife, Kristin) came out to take the photos and he did an outstanding job. My sister couldn’t have been happier and I have to agree that it was an incredible shower.
I wanted you guys to take a peek and also give Steven some credit for the outstanding photos.
All the nametags.
My favorite bump. My niece is in there.
Amazing diaper cakes.
Gift table that overfloweth.
My little sister—the social animal.
The ever-lovely Kristin and me.