I am optimistic about this year. I've been in a waiting period—about whether I'll get the job in Phoenix or if I should commit to Tennessee. It's been six-going-on-seven weeks since my last interview with the company in Arizona. And while I've followed up several times, there's been nothing but silence. My cousin-in-law who works at the company says he isn't surprised by their slow pace. Anyway, in this time of waiting, I've been in Tennessee. For about four or five months, I've felt a calling to be here. However, I've questioned myself because I want to be where I'm meant to be—not just where I want to be.

Since I've been in Tennessee, I feel more affirmation of this "calling." Little by little, I'm getting my passion for life back. I have projects to work toward. Projects that excite me. Like the possibility of owning my own antique store one day—even if it's not the one I posted about a few weeks ago. Or dreaming of things mom, dad, and I could do together—like flipping houses. & Brainstorming ways mom and dad could earn extra income by selling things online, and thinking about branding, web design, and product creation. & Thinking about my own branding while I freelance and continue to job hunt. 

And in between all that, I've been planning some smaller projects for my parent's place. On the list: creating a fire pit in the front yard, transforming the old smoke house in the backyard into a "she shed", and planting a garden. The rest of the time is feeding my soul with snapping photos, spending time in the Word, daily walking with the "girls" (dogs, Cinnamon and Pepper), helping mom and dad around the house, sitting on the front porch swing with a cup of coffee (best when it's rainy, snowy, or foggy), hiking in Crockett Park and thrift shopping on mom's days off work, reading (current: Talking As Fast As I Can by Lauren Graham), coloring, and journaling.