Growing Pains...

My oh my! How ironic is it that my latest blog post was nearly 9 months ago and it was about not promising to write every day this year. Sheesh. 9 months is taking it a bit far. I'm afraid life got busy. Real busy. Number one: I graduated (hallelujah!) from graduate school and I now have my masters in Speech Language Pathology (this is a huge accomplishment in itself and I still wonder sometimes how I survived). Number two: I got a job working with the ever so entertaining elderly population as a speech therapist (just wait till you hear the stories). Number three: My husband and I moved back to our quaint, small southern town of Laurel, MS and now live in a cozy one bedroom apartment above a coffee shop. Not bad. Life is good, and I can't complain.... until a couple of weeks ago.

When I was a child, I remember having cramps in my legs when I went to bed at night. It was bad for awhile, and while my dramatic self thought I was going to die, they were simply growing pains. And while I'm pretty sure at the age of 26 I have reached my maximum height, I still experience growing pains. Not physically of course, but emotionally and spiritually. And these growing pains kind of turned me into a pouty two year old version of myself. It was pretty pathetic.

Life is full of responsibilities and choices. Neither of which I am terribly good at. Am I responsible person? Yes and no. I'm responsible with things that are important to me. Like brushing my teeth every night before bed. Like making sure the pillows on the couch are just the way I like them. Like making sure I get the remote on the night my favorite tv show comes on. When am I not responsible? When I worked all day and the sink is full of dirty dishes and I don't do anything about it. When I know I should probably clean out the closet but don't because I just have a few more pages to read in that book. When I should get my oil changed and that crack in windshield fixed but haven't. When I pout that almost half of my hard earned pay check goes towards taxes and health insurance.

Luckily, I have a wonderful husband who helps me. And this is a mysterious thing. We just recently celebrated our one year anniversary. We laugh about how we are. Both so stubborn and passionate and hard headed... and yet it works. We work. And life works with us together. We certainly are blessed. Sitting in my favorite, comfy chair and thinking about it all, it actually sounds pretty silly to complain about anything at all. So what if Jerod's toyota is on the brink of falling apart and we've got bills to pay? I think about the summer I went to Honduras on a medical mission trip and slept on dirt floors in a hut up in the mountains. We all have it so much better than so many others.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, life is one big growing pain. Although, it doesn't really have to be so painful if you just surround yourself with people that love you for who you are. God certainly does. And that's really enough for me.

That's all for now. Goodnight ya'll :)