It’s been a busy week for me, but for some reason I feel like time has been moving slowly. But I am beginning to realize that though it is common to wish for the work week to move quickly so that the weekend comes faster, these passing weeks leave me feeling like my life is stuck in fast forward. As a person who is terrified of change, I find a lot of comfort in routines. My roommate just witnessed my “teeth brushing routine” for the first time the other night and was dumbfounded. It’s weird, I’m weird, but I just can’t help finding so much solace in knowing the steps of each of my days. In that sense, I am my father’s daughter, and he is also the one who taught me this Dixie-cup-dipping-teeth-brushing routine. Thanks, padre.
On Wednesday, however, I added a new step to my morning routine, and I have to say, it has been awfully blissful. Usually, I set my morning alarm for 7:15a.m. in hopes of pulling myself out of bed no later than 7:30. Ok, more like 7:35 but really, who’s counting? I’ve never in my life been a morning person, so even the reasonable 7:15 start time can be rough for my body and me. But, this Wednesday, I changed it up, opting for a 6:57 and 7:01a.m. alarm set. (Did I mention that I can’t set my alarm on even numbers, unless it ends in 4? Lord, help me find a man who can accept my many quirks.) Anyways, this earlier start has been blissful, but only for one reason--Cory Matthews. Yes, it’s true, I set my alarm every morning to wake up by 7a.m. to turn on the T.V. and lie in bed for an entire half hour watching one rerun episode of Boy Meets World. Judge away, friends. But let me tell you, this is positively blissful. No better way to start the day than with Mr. Feeny’s wise words, Shawn Hunter’s luscious locks, and the innocent love between Topanga Lawrence and Cory Matthews. Thank you, ABC Family. You’ve officially permitted a total night owl to discover bliss so early in the morning each day.
On Thursday, my ultimate bliss came in a few different forms. In various smiles, in new introductions, in heavy hearts, in the innocence found only in a child’s eyes. On Thursday, I worked with youth again. It’s interesting, my life path thus far. When most people think of a career in Public Relations they usually think of press conferences, creative advertising agencies, and those people holding clipboards or papers behind celebrities on the red carpet. And while all of this is true, the umbrella of possibilities in a field like Public Relations is in fact much larger than one’s first assumptions. Along with my passion for words, journalism, media and public relations, I’ve always held a large, special place in my heart for children. I was fortunate enough last summer to find an internship that both fulfilled my public relations and youth passions, and also, filled my heart. I helped to design and run a 9 week environmental summer camp for at-risk youth in Pittsburgh. Honestly, it was unexpected, chaotic, and exhausting, but completely and utterly one of the most meaningful blessings in my life. In my eyes, there are no better teachers, no people more humbling, more adaptable, more accepting, than youth. So yesterday, I was elated to help my boss at an afterschool program for children in grades K-8. It was such a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. Surrounded by free spirits, fresh minds, and contagious energies. There’s nothing like having a child bring you back down to life, and remind you to count your blessings daily. So on Thursday, I was thankful for those 50-some germy, snot-nosed, intelligent, entertaining, sweet, innocent children that I was fortunate enough to meet. And, I of course was grateful for Purrell. This was serendipitous, my time spent with these children, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be part of my daily routine. Sometimes though, I think God knows when we need pushed right out of that routine to be reminded of just how lucky we are.
xoxo--K
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