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Sweetly Fortunate

I feel sweet. That is my mood. Who knows how long it will stay. My hair is soft from the cold weather (thank GOD for less humidity, can I get a hot tub?!--you know the guy in the State Farm commercial, where they sing the jingle 'like a good neighbor', you know the rest), I went grocery shopping (always a blessed, good feeling filling your fridge), and Criminal Minds is on marathon. My day = satisfied. I'm happy to end a day feeling that way.

Today, I contemplated so much; writing-where do I want to take my work from here? What could I do to further the progression of the next chapter. (Is it appropriate to insert the ever fun to say 'no pun intended'...does that apply here? I'm a writer, talking about the next chapter, like I write my life story, okay I'm moving on). I'm more than content with my writing outlets. I'm fortunate that I belong to two publication families and I thrive more and more for a passion I've always had. That's truly fortunate. I'm looking to broaden my audience and step into my next phase of becoming an established, known (other than to my parents) writer. I can't wait.

I got to thinking about my new home to find. We're severely outgrowing our current humble abode, between us needing the room for all of our beloved belongings and Pepper needing her own bedroom to retreat to, we're anxiously awaiting our search that shall begin. We still have a handful of months before we look but I want it nowww!(In the voice of Veronica from Wilky Wonka in an English accent "But I want it nowwww Dad--dee! Lovesss it. 'These Snozberries'... Alright, I'm done.)

Needless to say, a lot of things are coming and a lot of hard work is to be had. If I can keep finding happiness in good hair on a cold day and working towards giving my girls their newer and better and bigger home to roam, I could only be so fortunate. And when I need some extra sweetness I can look to this little pumpkin snicker doodle to rub off on me:

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