Fond of Fonts

The common hashtag for Tuesdays is "#transformationtuesday" and I have to say I'm attempting to relate to it. Although no physical transformations have occurred (yet), I find myself moving towards a mental transformation. Writing for a few days, recognizing when my mental thinking is positive versus negative, and allowing myself to process it all. I have more to say, just not sure how to convey it. So my introduction to mental transformation begins here...

Today was my first day as the Assistant Activities Director at my current job. I was promoted from an activities leader and began working at 8 AM. I was supposed to leave at 4 PM, but ended up staying until 8:30 to cover other shifts for fellow department employees. When I reached my peak point of coming home from an unexpected 12 hour shift, with activities both foreign and familiar occurring, I grew thankful for my day as opposed to just bitter about the entire unexpected situation. I am grateful for my car, Bertha, for not falling apart on me on my way to and home from work. Although she isn't entirely failing me, it is time to look for a new vehicle and that will occur soon. I am grateful for my health in that I was able to accomplish this 12 hour shift with ease, despite the exhaustion that overcame me during the drive home. I am grateful for my significant other for understanding my need to stay at work as a responsibility and also reminding me how great of a person I am to...

I have not written for quite a while and I do apologize for that in case anyone was concerned about my absence. Although I do not want to assume anyone actually takes their time to read this, I would like to express my forward movement as to adamantly deciding on posting to my blog every day for these days to come. These past few months have been hectic, followed by these past few weeks that have just been bearable. I'll elaborate: I finished my first year of graduate school as an English and Innovative Writing student around mid-May and I could not be more relieved. The first year was both enlightening and challenging and while I enjoyed every minute of accumulating knowledge and expressing different views and critiques within my creative writing workshops, I was exhausted towards the end of the Spring semester and looked forward to ending school for summer break.I will continue to pursue my Master's this Fall, in light of writing a book (or compilation of short stories). I...