I’m liking the word transitory. It’s the one I would choose if I had to describe myself in one word. I found the quote “Life is transitory,” the other day.
Several amazing opportunities have flourished recently and I’m crossing every finger and toe (well, trying to anyway) in hopes that one is right for me. I set out on this post-journalistic journey to find something that would challenge and push me past my comfort zone of a cushy career. I want to be pushed and pulled and thrown into something unfamiliar. *
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On to my second night of boot camp. My calves are still SO. SORE. Tis nothing but weakness leaving the body. Or an excuse to drink wine, really….
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*By the way, having your own blog means you can write run-on sentences at will EVEN IF you are a writer by trade, mmmmmKay?**
**Also, you can have your own footnotes. Fun stuff.
