Attitude Adjustment

Last week I had a bad attitude.

I cannot pinpoint when it started, but about halfway through the week I was ready to give up. Just call it a year and get drunk until Jan. 1.

2013 just wasn't the year I wanted it to be. Nothing horrendous happened, but a lot of small, really kind of crappy things did. And I decided that I had had enough of it.

I opened a bottle of wine, drank one glass, went to bed, and dragged myself to CrossFit the next day.

My attitude didn't change. In the back of my mind there was always that thought of defeat. Like 2013 had beat me. The race was over.

Then today it hit me - while things may not have worked out the way I would have liked, I have a lot to be grateful for.

I've had another year to spend with three grandparents who love me dearly.

My immediate family is healthy and happy.

There are five nieces and nephews that I get to see on a regular basis who fill my heart with joy.

I have spent another year CrossFitting and improving myself.

My job affords me the freedom that allows me to start my own small business.

I have a wonderful network of friends throughout North America (and now Europe.)

And so much more…

#followyourpassion

Well, here goes nothing.

I've started a business.

Ok, it's not officially a business, but a little side job type thing.

I have a friend - we will call him Job*, because all of the patience I lack, he possesses.

A couple of months ago we were talking about dream jobs - I asked him what his would be, and he told me. Then he asked me the same question. I told him that I think the Chief of Staff job suits me well. It takes advantage of my strengths, while giving me work that I enjoy. However, if I could have any job I wanted, I would cook for people.

His response: "Do it."

We went back a forth of couple of times when he made a good point - the food delivery company that I wanted to start took very little overhead and minor risk. So after "strongly encouraging" me for about another month, I finally broke down and decided to get it started.

Tomorrow I will deliver my first meals to my first three clients.

Garlic and Rosemary Crusted Pork Loin w/ roasted veggies  and Browned Butter Chicken "Pasta"

Late last week I texted Job that I had just received a single order for six meals!!

I was lamenting the fact that I had just found out that I had to work on Friday so all of the things that I planned to get done on Friday had to be moved to Saturday and Sunday (when I would have normally been shopping and cooking). So I said, "Oh well, I guess it's a good problem to have."

He responded, "What problem??? #followyourpassion"

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Another random Job story. Last weekend we were going to watch the NFR together, and I ended up going to his house mid-afternoon to help him exercise his horses. However, when I'd left my house that morning, I wasn't really planning on riding a horse so I was wearing skinny jeans, Frye boots, and a nice top. 

Luckily, I was able to borrow some work boots from Sissy before I headed to his house, and I happened to have a light jacket that I don't mind getting dirty in my car. So I get to his house and I am going to put my stuff down and change my shoes and he is going to head outside to saddle horses and I say, "Wait, how dirty am I going to get riding horses?"

He yelled back, "Airplane! We are going outside. In the dirt. To work horses. Go change your clothes!"

I guess I'm a little more girly than I like to admit...

We've Been This Way For A Long Time

Way back in the day. Like when I was in high school. I was chosen to be one of two delegates to Girls' State for my school. 

I hated it.

Kind of ironic, if you think about what I do these days.

I guess I didn't hate it. I met some pretty cool girls who I stayed in touch with for a while, and I probably learned something (though I don't know what it was), but I didn't take full advantage of the experience. 

That's not really what this post is about though.

Match had a conference in Tucson the same time as I was supposed to be at Girls' State, so she drove me to the University of Arizona campus.

We pulled up to the curb in front of the dorm that I was going to be staying in and started unloading my luggage when a guy on a bike rode up and started yelling at us.

Apparently he thought we almost hit him somewhere along the way, though neither Match nor I remembered even seeing him.

As soon as he rode away we looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.