So here's what's been going on with me: lots of work and little downtime. And I don't mind one bit. Not one tiny bit! Y'all, I am in love with my new job. It's intense and overwhelming and tough, but I'm thriving in the environment. Being able to work in an insanely creative environment with fantastic people bringing glory to God? I mean, it's phenomenal.
My dating life hasn't been all that shabby either. I've been spending time The Pilot, The Chemist, The Cook and a few others who haven't been given nicknames as of yet. Nothing significant but lovely nonetheless.
Life is just all around good right now, but I can't help but feel some days like a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper that some jerk cashier leaves on the rotating belt so that when it reaches the end it falls over. When you open it, it fizzes out and then falls flat. I am certainly full of bubbles these days, but I can help but let the excitement fizz out and feel a little flat. Does that make sense or just whiny? And is this the worst comeback post ever? More than likely. Buuuut it's what I've got tonight.