A long time ago, a girl I knew always talked about loving "the fat life." In short, the fat life is the life that feels rich and perfect, even while it's imperfect.
Right now, life is rich and perfect. It's a wonderful feeling. Coming back to London after Christmas, I feel more settled and peaceful. I feel at home. I feel energized when I think about the future (read: job applications). Dan from Wyoming and Hannah from Australia have stopped by for week-long visits; we've had brunch at the Orangery and raspberry cocktails out of teapots and plenty of time for catch-up talks. I've joined a challenging choir. Dave and I are taking salsa lessons (thanks, Groupon). I'm solidifying friendships. I love our church and home group.
I love the fat life.
1 comment:
fringe is lookin' good! I want to cut mine back soo badly (courtesy of watching too much New Girl) but am trying to resist because as soon as I go north into the heat it will be horrible and permanently glued to my forehead with sweat.
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