Those Weenies Aren't Going to Roast Themselves...

Here I am. Back on track. My mind is thinking creatively again. My soul is living happily again. My heart is loving again. There are very few things about my life that are not ideal at this point in time. A BFF too far away. No mountains to speak to my soul. But I have things back that I haven’t felt in a long time. Creativity. Love. Happiness. Soon my life will feel whole again. For two days anyway. When the world’s best friend on the planet comes to visit me. She’ll only visit the plains of the midwest for but a moment. In that moment we will laugh. We may cry. We will spend time with people who love us. We will roast weenies at a small town Halloween celebration. We may trick or treat. We will be completely content and happy watching our dogs be reunited. We will understand how they feel. We’ll go to Scheel’s and look at the giant poster of me that hangs from the ceiling in my ski shop. We’ll probably laugh about that a little bit. We’ll talk about how nice my supervisors are. We’ll talk about how much they appreciate me and educate me. We’ll talk about how changing jobs was the best thing I ever did. Even if there aren’t mountains here. Even if my best friend and Moab are really far away and personal visits are too terribly infrequent. We’ll talk about how I did what had to be done. We’ll stay up way too late. We’ll wake up early because “those weenies aren’t gonna roast themselves”. Who knows, we could drive a combine. Or a tractor. It’s hard to say.