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25 Sep

Much is happening these days, and inspiration hasn’t struck. Though Mr. Wonka and Mr. Edison were correct in the idea that genius is only 1% inspiration, the 99% perspiration part hasn’t struck, either. However, I refuse to let you down, loyal readers.

I spent the afternoon at Ikea with my roommate, and we spent quite a long time in the kitchen section, dreaming about a possible future house where we have lots of money and can afford one of these fancy-pants kitchens. I’m a giant nerd, I love flipping through Southern Living and Real Simple, making plans for a far off dream. Some people make fun of me; but I just smile and ignore them. How can I know what I want out of life without looking at all the choices?

Tomorrow I have a coffee/business meeting with a representative of the Chamblee Farmers Market (you can find them here). They are looking for someone to join their marketing team, to write various articles for the newsletter and for other local publications. I’m excited, not only for the opportunity to write things professionally again but also for the byline and experience. This is a big thing for me.

Finally, I got up early yesterday morning and went for a nice mile and a half power walk. My legs are sore today, but it’s a good sore. If I can keep getting up early, this might be the start of something very, very good. Running the Peachtree Road Race is on my list of things to do before I die, and I hope to realize that goal in the next two years.

That’s all for this week, folks. I’m loving this blog, it’s become a dear part of me and my week, and I will be sad when a year is up. But I’m certainly glad you are here to share this with me. Thanks for sticking with it and reading. Love!