I am living the dream, and life is not perfect but the dream was never perfection anyway.

The winter air is cold and grey but I love it. I am most comfortable when curled in a blanket, creating heat with my body and cradling my head in a loved one’s arms. Oh! What a beautiful thing: Body warmth made and shared with someone else!

So here is the imperfect part…I love winter but I have no one to cuddle with!

I am moving moving moving in so many directions and it is so terribly exciting! I am at work and I am responsible, and I am at home and I am a daughter, and I am at the coffee shop and I am an intellectual, and I am at grad school and I am an interviewee, and I am with friends and I am a shoulder and a needer of shoulders, and I am in the future and I am a traveler. I am traveling to the end of the earth, the bottom of the world, the curve of the globe! Mother of all, master of all places everywhere! I am going south south south until I can’t go anymore. Well, not really that far but come on! I am going to Antarctica. I worked my ass off to go to Antarctica and it is all done, I paid for the entire trip. I saved $10,000 in 9 months. I did it!

So here is the imperfect part…I am losing my mind with all if these things and I don’t like my job and I an scared of failing, scared of not getting into grad school, scared of being a crappy friend because I am working and studying that I have little time for anything else. On and on.

Perfection is not the dream. Winter and love and travel are the dream and I am living that dream.