Somedays I wonder about my job. Today's not really one of them, because I got to play with a mostly non-verbal little guy today. I even got to break out my incredibly rusty ASL so we could communicate more clearly. 

(The only signs I use on a daily basis are the alphabet and "sit down, please")

So we played some games and I don't even know, I am just head over heels in love with this kid! We had a ton of fun-- I love when my days include phrases like "do you think the key will start the bear? No? How about the table? Oh, you're right, it only starts the truck."

And when it was time to go, not only did he sign my name and say goodbye, but he actually made an attempt to say it out loud as well. I am so, so smitten.

Went on my first bike ride of the season, just now, and I feel fabulous. Well. Directly after I felt like I might die. Now I feel fabulous. 

It's cold today, the wind chapped my knuckles and my nose is still a little chilled. But there was sun, there's no snow on the ground, and I could bike in just a sweatshirt and jeans.

Little steps forward, but steps nonetheless. I keep hoping and hoping for spring.

I've been submitting here and there, and I intend to be doing a lot more of it in the future. It feels strange to say, but I almost am looking forward to rejection letters. Directly after, I feel like I might die. But then I feel fabulous.

Because, see, to me they're like receipts. Proof positive that at the very least, I've been trying. When the winter comes and the days are short, it's the easiest thing in the world to just give up. In the spring I can collect emails and letters that say "no, sorry" with something close to a positive attitude. Because I'm alive, at least, and moving.

Okay, so I'm a bit crap at updating. I'll put it on my new year's resolutions list, along with brushing up on my spanish and reading more "important" books.

Honestly, life is boring. But it seems that my wish in the previous post has been answered. There was an EPIC amount of going out last night, and it was fun. Even if my brother refused to go to the drag show with us. His loss.

And a small note to Britney Spears fans: if you stand in the middle of the street to get pictures of her tour bus, I will run you over. Just sayin'.