My Life Was Changed By A Train

I make no secret about it. I think that I’m a very lucky girl. I’ve got the most thoughtful guy in the world, who is still hilarious and handsome and all those other things you want in a guy. (Katie seems to have married a good one, but damn if I’ll let her take my title.)

My workplace was recently bought by one of the major media guys in town (or the country for that matter). When you’ve never really worked in a corporate environment, and by choice, that’s kind of a scary thing. So last night, when I got home from my normal, 12+ hour Tuesday workday with the added “uncertainty about the future” stress, I came home to a clean kitchen with a delicious chicken stir-fry (with cauliflower and only because I LOVE cauliflower!) cooking in the kitchen. When I tried to help, which I will always do (mostly because I feel like a slob sitting around while someone is working so hard), I was bluntly told, my job was to sit down, relax with a glass of wine, and play with my dog. I had a nice glass of wine already poured (I’ll get into the benefits of dating a bartender at a later date) and couldn’t really argue with the assignment. I did as I was told. Soon thereafter, I had a yummy meal, Cash had a rawhide, we curled up to a movie and I was asleep, exhausted from the stress, by 10:30.

I’d like to say I dreamt of cuddly clouds of love and rainbows and ponies and waterfalls of comfort and lakes of content and green, green fields of workplace security, but, alas, I had some pretty scary dreams. I did awaken this morning, rested and ready to face the uncertainty with the realization that really great things could come of this.