And so it begins...

There is something amazingly-fab about the first few sunny and warmish days of spring. Now, I know that this weather is surely taunting me and we will have one more cold snap before it is all said and done. But for right now, I am ignoring the innate fick-ality of mother nature and am simply reveling in the fact that my windows are open and my whole room smells like sunshine.

I was super excited that I got to work out OUTSIDE and not stuck in the gym watching Fox News. Now, I really do like going to the gym. However, if I have to watch one more news story on the dangers of the internet/healthcare reform/cell phones/tap water I'm going to lie down on the treadmill and let the belt slowly wear my face off.

Sorry. Was that too graphic? If you need a treadmill related laugh to make up for said graphic-ness click here.

I feel like there are/may be a lot of changes coming up for me. Of course, I can't be overly specific until I have some concrete evidence, but let this serve as a teaser for you. Jen Paul is officially taking charge of her life. After waiting and waiting and waiting it's finally time to start MAKING things HAPPEN. (please excuse the all caps- I'm usually anti-excessive capitalization, but I'm really excited here.)

or something like that.

In all seriousness, I feel way more in control than I have in a while. There is so much possibility for this summer, next year...and even beyond that. I think the fact that I am working SO hard to make changes is what makes all of this so exciting. :) I mean, last year at this time I was scared shitless. Sure, I was graduating from an amazing college, but I had no job and the market was essentially laughing in my face while presenting it's two giant middle fingers.

This year, things are a lot more stable. I'm getting myself healthy (sloooowlly but surely) and I am employed at a school that I love. I'm starting to research grad schools. And, I'm figuring out what I want to do with my life (at least right now. This could all change in t minus 5 minutes.)

The only thing that could make this better is if my cali- bestie (and my lone reader from what I can tell :)  was here to share ONE pokey stick with me (before I tossed out the rest and quickly made a salad before my taste buds could get the better of me) and talk about all the things that make our lives just a LITTE bit east of average.

But I suppose laughing cross-countr-ily over fat cats on treadmills will have to do.