I reside in a cave...

As I walked around the corner of my small office, I thought to myself, "I know there is something going on today. What in the world is it?" I discovered 30 seconds later what I had forgoten. Three sweaty men greeted me as they pulled out their power drills and odd shaped office equipment. They were installing our new office cubicle units today.

Six hours and three cups of double sugar triple creamer coffee later, my cubicle was installed. "When did I become a person with a cubicle job?" I thought. "Am I turning into my mother? Dear God please no!" Now, I'm fond of my mother, don't get me wrong, but when did I enter cubicle world? This was not what I envisioned when I dreamed of my life after college. None-the-less it is a job, cubicle or no cubicle.

And now I reside in a cave. The two metalic gray overhead compartments on either side of my head serve to shadow the tacable gray surface of the module like walls that hang to the gray and teal granite look-a-like desk forming an l-shape, serving mostly to cocoon me at my workstation. My cavelike existence is due, in part, to my lack of window or hallway access without pushing back my plush office chair into the eisle created by the cubicle and the apposing wall.

My only saving grace is my computer, my link to the outside world, and the hilarious pictures of my friends hanging from my tactable surface. They bring life to my otherwise dull, gray cave. Well, that and my drawer of hidden goodies, but that is beside the point.

Now it's time for my daily battle with the copy machine, which lives an alternate life as a fax machine and a printer.

The older I get the more I discover

A little girl called me a grown up today. The early mornig sun was shining over the cool concrete steps leading to the church, and as I walked I saw a figure in teh distance walking toward me. A little girl was perched atop her daddy's shoulders, smiling and playing with his sandy brown hair. Her blonde ringlets reflected the bright sun so vividly, and it reminded me of when I was a little girl with blonde ringlets perched atop my daddy's strong, capable shoulders. "Look daddy," she said, "I'm even taller than grown-ups." She smiled and pointed at me as I walked past. I winked back at her before I jumped the first two steps and went on to the third. "I'm a grown-up," I thought, "Wow. When did that happen?"

Song of the week: Anything by Mae

Love. It's a wave I ride that won't ever reach the shore. Overwhelmed by the tide and wanting nothing more tonight, than to take this time and make it all mine.

It's coming around again...

Every now and again sometimes I get lost on the wind of a dream. The air gets clean and the seas get wide and I can do anything. The pain it won't even cross my mind, there is wonder in everything. The rope gets loose and the chains unbind and I can do anything.

Hope. It's the light that strikes that burns inside of me. It's a blinding light but somehow I can see again when I've lost my way. It's becoming very clear.

Somewhere between the darkness and the light my spirit takes flight. The colors fill the sky and I am free.

Maybe the greatest thing I've discovered in my 24 years of life is to see the beauty in everything. It's always in there somewhere, even if you have to dig from time to time.