idealist

When I was in college I thought of myself as an idealist. However, I thought my idealistic world had long passed away. (I usually attribute the death of my ideals to the reality check that is working for a living.)

I must've been wrong.

This weekend, while being pampered by make-up artists and hair-stylists (in preparation for a friend's wedding), one of my blog readers "outed" herself. I loved it. I love that family and friends read what I write, that people who barely know me might follow this thing. I love it that there are people who read this who live so far away, people I will never know.

Well, this reader, used the word idyllic to describe my posts.

It made me think for a moment. Really? Idyllic?

I think she meant it in a positive way. And, I suppose in this very real predicament I have found myself in (quitting my job in the midst of a horrible economy with nothing else lined up), I have written about it in a way that does put an idealistic spin on things. I guess that's the glass half full in me.

Well, how's this for an idyllic?

This morning I woke up (after a 12 hour night's sleep), went for a little run on this bright and sunny Sunday morning. After hopping in the shower, I walked over to Cipollina for an iced coffee & everything bagel. Meandered over to the park for the Sunday morning market. While I was disappointed that Seedling didn't have any peaches this week, I picked up some Jonagold apples and a little basil. At home I spent a little time in the back porch working on updating my resume and making plans for the rest of this beautiful day.

I'm now just back from a little adventure down the street to the Renegade Craft Fair (more about this here). Resting up before church with The Dalls and then meeting a friend for dinner.

I'd love to hear about what you did today...