that thing you do

Lately, I'll come across something online or in a magazine I'm reading that settles me down and confirms that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

That all this resistance I'd felt ever since we landed here in California was me fighting change.

Ok, so I didn't ever in a million years think I'd be a stay at home mom, that my job would be this. Fighting as I have to remain independent, (of what I don't know), has been a lot of misspent time. 

I am not defined by what I do even if it's the favorite party question when small talk is being made. 

What do you do?

Depends on whose asking and what way the wind is blowing. Really.

I'm a short-order cook. I make a lot of lunches, and I run a lot of errands.

I do laundry which I don't particularly like. And I pick up dog poop, which isn't as bad as I thought. 

I sit on my ass. A lot. I drink copious amounts of black, Irish Breakfast tea, and I enjoy a good hot coffee, preferably espresso based.

I plan to wish I went to the gym more, but I walk Howard every day, so that's something.

I collect the mail and I talk to my neighbors and I sit outside with my dog everyday while we both take in a bit of the sun.

I take a lot of photos, and more of them are duds, in my opinion than aren't. But I don't stop because it truly is my passion, especially when I'm shooting for myself and not others' approval.

I drive the streets of Los Angeles, and I have a lot of solitary, slightly crazy conversations, because as a stay at home mom, the majority of my week days are spent alone.

Sometimes, I shop online, eat too much chocolate and don't set foot out of the house other than to walk the dog.

All of this makes for a rich life, my life, one that I'm grateful for, even if most of this is not the kind of answer I'd give you if we were to meet in the corner at a cocktail party making small talk.