Training..

Is OH so much fun. I am on a short break right now.. so I thought I'd write.

We had a FABULOUS girls' night out yesterday! It was so great to be with other young, married women and just talk, laugh.. be ridiculous. It was great! What a blessing to be friends with such an amazing group of women.

With that said.. I had an idea last night. Well, it's an old idea with some added fuel. David and I probably have one of the most interesting stories behind our relationship.

I'm going to write about it. You see that, Joy?? I am. It'll take some time.. but it'll be a narrative of sorts. When it's all done, I will post for your viewing pleasure.

Well.. back to the grind. In for a LONG and eventful weekend. Will post more come Monday.

Until then..

SwedishAmerican

Okay.. short and sweet post...

I LOVE this hospital. It's only been a day and even the orientation had me impressed. That isn't an easy task.

My new manager is also great.

Will update later. For now, I'm off to bed.. with my adorable hubby.

"Stop this train..."

Well said Mr. Mayer...

Listening to this album takes me back to places... not really certain of the places and faces. All I know is that I am back somewhere, reaching for words that have been so elusive as of late. At the prompting of a new friend (wink) I started this blog. Not entirely sure where the road will lead, but I will take it without regard to its direction.

Life is so much like a train. It goes on without regard to direction... without regard to its surroundings.. without regard to what lies beyond the horizon. I am 23, married, living in a nearly new city, and starting a brand new job as of Monday. The amount of change my life has taken on in the recent months might be enough to make most people run away screaming. New faces... new places... same woman.

I am a woman of words...

Once, my words enveloped me. Cradling thoughts of uncertainty, angst and passion into a form that resembled art. This resemblance was stronger in the eyes of others... praise fell on deaf ear and the cradle continued on until...

Until it was gone. Vanished without reason... without a whisper as to where it may have gone. Trust is an unspeakably important thing to me now. Invasion of one's privacy will create a strange sense of numbness, even towards the one thing that kept me from falling away from it all many years ago.

I wish that this all made sense to me. I wish that words, the very things that helped me through, weren't such a mystery to me now. Someday.. I will write like I used to.. for now I know where some of my inspiration lies. As I was writing earlier, my husband was laying next to me. When he left... it stopped.

David has been an inspiration to me from the moment our relationship passed from friendship into something more. I'll have to post some old poetry some time soon. For now.. I am going to lay next to my wonderful husband and marvel at this train....

The one that doesn't stop... without regard...