I always wake up before my alarm.  It’s a talent.  But this morning it woke me up from the deepest sleep that I can remember in a long, long time.  I didn’t realize I was that tired.  This would be the perfect day to sleep in if I didn’t have so much work to do… at work.

Do you know what I’ve been realizing lately?  That I really love my job.  I mean, sure, I’d much rather be slaving away at my novel and paintings on the shores of the Amalfi Coast in Italy all while getting paid the big bucks to do so (wait, can that still happen?), but in the meantime I’ve got a pretty sweet gig.  I get to create art all day long for a nonprofit that helps children.  A pretty noble cause in my book.  I feel especially grateful because I’ve had jobs in the past that I didn’t love so much.  Once you’ve had to go to a place every single day that you dread, it makes you really value a good job when it comes along.  And I’m lucky to say that I’ve found one where I love the people I work with and really enjoy the work that I do.

It does make me think though, if I really could do anything, how would I choose to make a living?  Honestly, I’d have to say that the happiest times in my career have been when I was working for myself on my own schedule. It was hard to make ends meet sometimes, but the freedom and flexibility really suited me.  It’s strange to say “out loud”, but I would love to be a writer full-time.  Maybe it’s time I ponder the real steps it would take to make that happen in the future for me.  Another dream I have is to live in a bigger city, at least for a few years.  New York City has always been on top of the list, but I would take other places into consideration too.  I’m in a really good place in life to make that happen, though not this year.  I don’t think it’s a good idea to make too many life altering changes so close together… so maybe moving can be something for 2012 or 2013.  It’s really weird to see that dream in writing, especially NYC.  It feels like something that could really happen.  But no matter where the wind takes me, Birmingham will always be home.

(*Update:  Ahhhh, shoot.  I forgot it was Weigh-In Wednesday!  I will weigh myself for tomorrow’s post.)