I think I will.
I was fully prepared to write part two of this series no matter which way the dice were thrown. Even if I had to sit here with a dozen creme-filled donuts and a Dr. Pepper and cry to you and my family about how I didn't get the job I went for. I was prepared to say that they dangled the proverbial carrot and yanked it back right when I thought I had it. I'd be through my box of tissues and dripping snot onto my beloved keyboard. That would have been a depressing post. So thankfully I don't have to write it. Because as I sit here with my Oreos and hopped up on Dr. Pepper, I get to say...
I GOT A WRITING JOB!!!
And this is what I feel like...
Now, I don't want to get all crazy. I won't be winning a Pulitzer (Yet. Ha!). It's temporary. It's only until November. So between now and then, I'll be working hard to make it stick. I won't be sad if it doesn't though. Ok, I'm such a liar. I would be sad. But I would also be grateful for the opportunity and totally stoked that someone (and not just anyone, mind you.) chose me. And yes, I might just need to go all Sally Field right now and shout out my window THEY LIKED ME!!!
I think I will.
Oh, Hello! I'm Colleen and I do the writing and mama-ing around these parts. I'm glad you're here. I hope you stick around .
Because I like you.
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