With thoughts of "what do I love" dancing in my subconscious this morning, I snapped a few pictures, not sure how they fit together.
At first I thought:
My morning cup of coffee:
My morning cup of coffee:
In a cup I painted.
And then, enjoying the springcrisp air, I thought:
Lunchtime outside
And as the day progressed and I admired my cute brown shoes,
The reflection in my compact and the sky; I realised:
I love my workday.
I love getting up before Hub, brewing coffee, talking to the cats.
I love driving to work, listening to the news. I love the pretty campus.
I like going home in the afternoon, admiring the setting sun.
After years, nay, my lifetime, of being a student, having part-time jobs and unreliable schedules, followed 2 years of non-scheduled on-call constant responsibility, I love knowing when I'll be in the office, when I'll be out and that I can expect the same pleasant experiences 5 days a week.
Boring?
And then, enjoying the springcrisp air, I thought:
Lunchtime outside
And as the day progressed and I admired my cute brown shoes,
The reflection in my compact and the sky; I realised:
I love my workday.
I love getting up before Hub, brewing coffee, talking to the cats.
I love driving to work, listening to the news. I love the pretty campus.
I like going home in the afternoon, admiring the setting sun.
After years, nay, my lifetime, of being a student, having part-time jobs and unreliable schedules, followed 2 years of non-scheduled on-call constant responsibility, I love knowing when I'll be in the office, when I'll be out and that I can expect the same pleasant experiences 5 days a week.
Boring?
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