Cotton Candy Skies Awaken My Tired Eyes.

This morning I lay in bed cursing my demanding alarm clock. It was cold and dark outside and the warm sheets made it almost impossible to listen to that blaring noise that meant it was time to get ready for work.

I wasn't feeling well and driving to work in the dark was just about the last thing I wanted. 

I'm pretty sure I was scowling all the way down the 101, when I noticed it--One arm was glowing a gentle, golden orange. 

It was then that my eyes made their way to the passenger side window and my mouth dropped. 

The sun was making it's daily debut and the clouds benefited from his arrival--pink, orange, yellow, and purple, and then a smile. I quickly looked to the cars around me, hoping that everyone had at least caught a glance and the spectacle at our right, but as far as I could tell, they were all in the terrible trance that I was in only minutes earlier. A trance that broke so quickly once I opened my eyes to one of God's signs of love for us. My testimony is strongest when I am looking and really seeing His artwork. It is all around us, and it can make a bad day, good.

a life update.

It has been a crazy few weeks. I'm sure I've felt more stressed out at some point in my life (like when i was taking 30 credit-hours, planning a wedding long-distance, and freezing to death in Idaho), but if feels like this is the tops.

I've been working long hours, making endless house decisions, and trying to get our place done so we could move in before Thanksgiving because we will no longer have a bed at the in-laws. 

Leaving me feeling bummed that taking time out to celebrate my birthday like i would like to is just not going to happen this year. 

I even went so far as to beg Marcus to let me change my birthday to March 21st (first day of Spring and official day of the Unicorn) but he wouldn't budge. Apparently he thinks the day in which one enters the world is sort of a final and definite thing...Bah!

I can feel the stress lap over me in a fierce effort to drown out my carefree spirit. 

And frankly, I hate it. 

I know can't let it win, but I'm having a hard time fighting it when my hands are full of everything else. 

Is this what adulthood looks like?

Perhaps it's just something I will grow into and learn to handle better. 

Perhaps 23 is the age that you really do have to grow up and except that life isn't always smooth sailing. 

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, i just need to take a little time to count my blessings...

I'm also open to any of your suggestions.