Contentment
I have a job that Ilove. In a field that is so empowering and allows me to advocate for grieving children every day. My co-workers are wonderful. The volunteers’ enthusiasm sell you on the organization even if no one else could.
I’m within 30 miles of Disneyland, the beach, and friends from each phase of my life. I just signed a lease this morning for my first apartmentwithmy wonderful boyfriend (which means I’m only weeks away from having internet in an apartment, a larger kitchen, and the first “our” place). I don’t get to see my friends as often as I’d like but I know they are always there if I ever needed them.
Even with the stress and craziness associated with growing up, I have to say that I’m content. And I’m incredibly lucky.
