I want to live a simple life...

What an entirely beautiful week. A series of perfect days. So this is what sheer contentment feels like. I've missed it. I'm laying here on my bed, going to work in about a half hour. But, the sky has hung heavy with gray clouds all day long. The kind of clouds that you never know that they're going to yield anything because autumn skies tend to be weighted until the grudge of winter sets in. In my soft bed, with the room lit from the remaining sun outside. I'm comfortable. I'm not lonely. I'm not wanting. I'm not sad. I'm content. Autumn has always been my favorite season because it never promises anything. It is consistently different every year. It's raining... fall rain is my favorite. It always has been.

I remember when we'd trek up to Misty Mountain Farm as a family on a chilling weekend before Halloween... every year (until it burnt down) I always looked forward to it. Mom would make sure I was wrpapped up so I wouldn't get an ear infection, my sister would sit with me while I got a pumpkin or a bat painted on my chubby cheek. I remember there being more happiness that I could ever understand on that one day every year.

I'm so happy with my friends. My decisions. My family. Time.

I want to be an art teacher, no longer wanting to do anything with my mass comm. or graphic design. I HATE my internship, or rather the tasks I'm put to there and I don't want to be stuck in an office. So for the first time, I'm going to take the leap after graduation and make it happen.

Oh, and hey.. whoever you are, reading this... you're beautiful, and you're loved, and I just wanted you to know that.