The shallow fill

A job I love.  Well, liked anyway.  It was good.  I worked at a coffee shop and had the BEST customers. Everyday I was behind that counter was in general, a good day.

I WAS ON.

I'm an extrovert and as much as I shy away from individual attention (see Insignificance) I love performing. But not that regular performing.  I grew up singing but am mostly terrified of solo performances....yeah...I don't know.  It's complicated.  Anyway, where was I?  Oh yeah, performing. I love it.  I loved hearing things like

"Shalaun, you make my drink the best"
"I love coming here!"

Or simply having a great interaction where we were slammed and the drinks were being delivered in a short amount of time and to happy guests.  

I WAS ON.

The one way to get everything you've ever wanted

When I was growing up I never had grand ideas of how I wanted my life to go and the older I got the easier it was to figure out what I wanted.

Like a lot of Americans I started my journey at 18, two hours away from home, and all alone on the new adventure of college.  And although several people in my extended family attended college, I was hoping to be the first one to graduate.  

College was good.  I got a job as a Resident Assistant and worked in housing the rest of my college career after freshman year.  My mom and I made 3 payments a semester towards tuition.  My family would help me out here and there in ways that I would have never imagined.  And the coveted mail box was filled weekly with letters from the boy at home (later to become My Dude).  It was good.  The only goal I had was to finish.

Halfway through my 4th year I started to feel it.  

Pressure.

Are you sad and pathetic? Maybe!

30 times over the last couple months people have asked me what The Politician will be for Halloween.  And every time I answer the same thing.

“Ha.  Nothing.”

Sometimes I get that quick weird pause.  Other times I go directly into explaining why we haven’t done Halloween in his 3 years of life.  And the reason is because…

I’m THAT mom.

I Love Getting High

There is something so true about me that I never want to stop doing.

I want to get high.  I want to get high every day.  I want to chase that high for the rest of my life.

I started getting high about 3 years ago but had not fully

I mean seriously. It's Wednesday people!

It's cute, and sweet, but lets be honest.  Your house doesn't really look like that and neither does mine.

Well yes.  On occasion, like when I'm off from work for a week, my kids are with the grandparents and I've already had 2 days of sleep, then yes.  I'll really clean.  And we all know that it feels AMAZING.  

I have this board on pinterest called "It's a mood" which are pictures of things that invoke that feeling of joy.  So this. This is what I want my house to look like.