As if I don’t write all day anyway, I thought that my creative skills were in need of some honing.  I’m not sure how this will go, I’m rather new to the online journaling world – but I’m willing to give it a try because I can type faster than I can write, and that’s pretty appealing.

Right now I’m at work, which means I’m in my pajamas on the couch with my laptop in my lap trying to peck out a grant proposal.  It sounds really awesome, and sometimes it is, but motivation can definitely be a challenge.  I look around and am contstantly bombarded with thoughts like, “hmm, maybe that Christmas decoration would go better over there,”  “Do I have laundry to fold?” “I really wish I could find a place to put that” and the list goes on.

But I can’t really complain.  I have a wonderful new husband who just treated me to breakfast in bed on my 23rd birthday.  I can’t believe I’m that old.  I don’t feel old.  And goodness knows I don’t look it.  I can’t count how many people thought Ross and I were highschoolers out on some sort of vacation. “No, no” we would gently explain, “We’re on our honeymoon.”  It got to be quite humorous to see their expressions.

Well, grants are calling.  Maybe I’ll actually win one one of these days.