life is being very good to me. its not always smooth sailing and i get in pretty sticky situations, but all in all, i count myself very blessed. let me enumerate:

• i have a loving family, supportive friends and a great boyfriend that accepts me and all my flaws.
• i work in a great environment with amazing people that i'm so lucky to have met. i thank the Lord everyday that i happened to go on monster.com, sent my resume to some random company that i found mildly interesting, and actually got the job. thanks elizabeth hoffman.
• i actually do like my work, even if we are currently in the busiest time of the year.
• i have everything i would ever need. i can get myself anything i want. (but i don't. usually.)

i don't know if i'm just lucky, or if these are the products of my hard work. i don't think i work that much more than anyone else, in fact, i'm pretty laid back. i do know, however, that in what ever i do, i do to the best of my ability and with my full commitment. i'm glad that my performance is recognized, and i'm glad i am given more responsibility and that i have the opportunity to prove myself once again. i love the challenge and seeing the fruits of my labor.

isn't it crazy how things turn out sometimes? i think back to 6 months ago, and had i done something else and taken a step in another direction, i wouldn't be where i am today. i didn't want to be greedy so i stepped back, and let someone else take the opportunity. and now? i ended up in a better, and much more fulfilling place.

i hate to sound conceited, but i'm proud of myself and my accomplishments. who else can say that in 3 years, i've come from just a regular employee, to managing a sub-department.

best of all, i know that my loved ones are proud of me. tin told me last week how proud she was of me, and that i'm doing such a great job even if i was thrust blindly into all of this. it was one of the best compliments i've ever heard. and if you know how my relationship with my siblings is, you will know how very out of character that is. (our endearments consist of words not meant for sensitive ears. and i don't mean the pg-13 versions.) it meant so much to me that she saw my effort and that she saw fit to tell me what she thinks. i love you, sis. and other sister. and brother, no matter how disgusting you are.

as you can probably tell, i'm in that time of the month. it causes me to be a tad more sentimental and emotional. so sorry for the cheesy post.

seriously though, i'm very, very blessed. i wouldn't trade my life for the world.

i have this nagging fear, though, that i've reached my peak at 25, and that its all downhill from here. goodness, i sure hope not.