Idle and Blessed

It's a shame fresh starts are only officially once a year. They're really my favorite things, I think. Maybe it's part of my OCD. I love clean slates like I love clean rooms and organized drawers. Fresh starts are the clean lines of life. They make the mess go away. At least, they're supposed to. And since I'm a big fan of self-discipline, they usually do. I can stick with a diet, I can stick with a running schedule, I can stick with a clean kitchen and rules and plans. But I feel like there are just some seasons of change that don't come on January 1. My fresh start already started. My new job, new post-grad plans, new pet. My hair is already on its way to blonde, I already went vegetarian, and I'm already increasing my running mileage each week. They are good changes. I don't have trouble making changes, really. It's just not on January 1 this time. This New Year's Eve I'm not dreaming up new ways to change for the better...

My life looks almost nothing like it did six weeks ago. I'm not managing Simply anymore; I've lost some friends and gained others. I have a full tuition scholarship to a Divinity School I had never heard of. I'm no longer considering taking a year off after Belmont, and my time in Nashville is wrapping up almost without my permission. Five months till I'm a college graduate. Oh, and I have a kitten. I work at Pure Barre. It's not Pilates and it's not "my" studio, but I feel comfortable there and I'm happy to be in that environment. Not to mention I'll be in killer shape from working out there. :) I feel like I'm in a position of discerning what I want. I'm learning myself. Learning what I rejoice over and what gives me life, as well as what drains me of motivation and purpose. I believe in Pilates and fitness, and I'm good at managing studios. I like it. I have a passion for theology and ethics. I don't get tired of learni...