Life is good. Seriously.

As some of you may know, I have been working night shifts for about the last 8 months. As some of you may have noticed, it kinda sucks. I'm tired. REALLY tired. And perhaps a little grumpy. I have found it more difficult to do the things I love while working nights, like get coffee with friends, run, go to yoga and run errands (my favorite of all activities). I have had to let a lot of things "go" and remember that they never really mattered to begin with (mowing the lawn, using coupons, getting a deal...for example). Also, I have had to ask Dashel for a lot of help as well which is probably pretty annoying for him since the things I want help with are the things that don't really matter (mowing the lawn, using coupons, getting a deal...for example). It's hard.

But today I felt awesome. I worked all weekend. And I work this weekend as well. And every weekend for 4 wks. BUT I WORK DURING THE DAYTIME!! OMG! I get to go to bed AT NIGHTTIME!!! And guess what? Working full-time is NBD (no big deal...my new favorite abbreviation). I can do it. As long as it's during the day or evening. Whew. I actually thought I was crazy or having a quarter-life crisis but it was only mild sleep deprivation and narcolepsy.

I am currently training for a longer-than-normal race (at least for me!!!) and have been spending quite a bit of my free time in the mountains jogging around. Yesterday I was at Cougar Mountain for 3 hrs and I managed to see: snow, a friend from work who just lost her dog, three deer all within 20 yards of me, two older men training for a long hike in the Andes and lastly, the part about me that I like the best, the happy part. I found myself smiling at the strange fungi on tree trunks and talking myself through the hilliest parts of the trail using positive commentary ("yee-haw, girl, you got this hill, go big or go home!!") instead of the yucky language ("You are a morbidly obese, clinically depressed sloth...no wonder you can't run up that hill") that I found myself using over the last 8 months. Thank goodness for day shift.

Today I was running on the nice flat cement around Lake Washington and found myself tearing up, over and over again, over the silliest things. It wasn't because I was sad. It was because Kanye West's song "all of the lights" is so goddamn good. I mean seriously. I started running faster the harder I cried. I also smiled bigger and bigger every time I thought about singing it at Karaoke.

And than it got it worse. This amazing moth episode came on...it was about food and relationships. Two of my favorite things. I cried. I loved every second of it. It made me love my sweetie even more. Ugh. This is disgusting. Perhaps I should go back to "nights" after all...

(find said episode here: http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/take-a-break-with-adam-gopniks-rare-romance-welldone-marriage-podcast-160260)

And even worse...Macklemore's "Aberdeen Washington". Who the hell cries listening to a song that's meant to be a joke? Someone who is so happy to not be working nights...that's who.

I seriously love life right now. Whew. Off to work. I will likely be over this tomorrow. Thank goodness.