Perspective.

So. Four years ago, four years seemed like a long time. Two and a half years ago, two and a half years seemed too long to spend doing school work I hated. Four years ago, isn't that long ago, and two and a half years is even less, and if I had stay in school, I would be convocating this spring. It's all a matter of perspective.

There are days I look at my life and wonder how it turned out the way it did. For all my plans and dreams and aspirations, I married my high school boyfriend, I work the same job I did in high school, and I practically live down the road from my parents. I am living a small town girl cliche.

However - In the past four years since graduating high school, I went to university for three semesters. I worked for a chiropractor in a city other than the one I grew up in. I moved to a big city to do an internship with IVCF for 8 months. I have worked and studied and learned and feel I had sufficient life experience to choose to live in my home town. To choose to marry my high school boyfriend. To choose to work the job I had in high school.

Because at the end of the day, there is no where else I'd rather be than here. I love Fernie. Waking, sleeping, winter, spring, summer, fall, I never grow tired of it, never get bored of it, never stop loving it and feeling thankful and blessed that I get to live here.

This is the corner I work on. You can't see my (well, not exactly my store, but I call it that) store, but it is on the left side of the street, right on the corner.

At the end of the day, I love my husband. There is no one else I would rather have around to share my life with. Waking, sleeping, good times, hard times, I love him, and am so grateful God let me choose him. I am constantly learning more about him and being surprised by him. Like the the time we had that awful fight and I went for a walk to clear my head and when I came back he had run me a bubble bath because he knew that I was stressed and needed a chance to relax. Tyler is my best friend, and I am glad I get to grow old with him.

Tyler at our wedding. I still love seeing him smile!

At the end of the day, I love my job. There is almost nothing else I would rather do. I love my boss and coworkers. We have such a good time together. I love my work, helping people find things to wear to their special events, finding something that makes them feel good and beautiful, find the special something that will make that special someone smile. I love getting to sing along to the radio, and no one tells me to be quiet. I love my job. I love clothes and looking out the window at the mountains and smiling and singing and laughing.

As a matter of fact, at the moment, I am almost 100% satisfied with my life. And that is pretty remarkable. I say almost 100% because there is always room for improvement. But that too is a matter of perspective. I don't know how it gets any better than this.