In the words of the great Ferris Beuller, “Life moves pretty fast.” To that I say touché, because somehow I have turned into a fast food zombie that permanently smells like stale French fries and Hardee’s grease. Since McDonald’s closed in February, I have been working six day weeks every other week and barely having energy to do anything other than the bare minimum on my days off. Thank god for daylight savings, extra sunlight, and the promise of spring whispering in everyone’s ears.
I have a photo event downtown on Saturday that I’m prepping for this week. I’m excited for this event and for Wisconsin to get the hint that it’s SPRING so I can actually execute some photo ideas. My wedding season starts in May and I’m pretty excited to see where my relationship with wedding photography progresses.
Justin and I are dreaming about quitting Hardee’s and moving out of Waupaca. We’re still in the developmental stages of this dream, but it feels so exciting to have a bigger goal to work toward.
I’ve been making my bed almost every day, doing laundry twice a week, and feeling like an actual adult. I never thought I’d get here: stability in my life that I built with my own two hands. Time and growth are wonderful things, and so is the grace it takes to get here.
These are the days, right?
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