Skirt: made by me. Blouse: Vintage (from a lovely reader) Jacket/ Shoes: Ross.
Have you guys tried the steakhouse burger from Carl's Jr.?
Holy cheeseburger it is goooooood.
Mr and I are big fans of it.
Of course I've been a big fan of Carl's since I was a kid and my dad used to take us there for those little chocolate cakes with the dollop of cream cheese frosting on top. Mmmmmmm.
There's a Carl's Jr. just a couple miles from my house, and let's just say that I frequent it, well frequently.
Anyways, there's a guy who works the drive-thru window who has got to be the best fast food worker on the planet. The guy is cheerful to the point of chipperness, he always gets your order right, asks how you're doing, if he can possibly get you anything else, smiles like he's on top of the world, rushes like he feels a real need to get you your food as fast as he can, then earnestly wishes you a great day as you pull away from the window, smiling infectiously the entire time. It's as if there isn't anything in the world he loves more than working that drive-thru window. In the (I'm not going to tell you how many) times I've been through that drive-thru, I've never seen him act any different.
I can't tell you how happy it makes me feel to see someone enjoying what they do. Even if what they do might not be that pleasant.
I've been thinking about that a lot lately; taking the time to love what I am doing. You know, really enjoy things in life, and make the stuff that might normally be horrible more pleasant. Like bringing my kindle to the gym so I can read while I run. Now instead of being bored out of my mind and slugging my way through the miles, I spend 45 glorious minutes reading, which is one of my favorite things in the world to do, and I get to make my body healthier at the same time. Double Bonus.
When I clean the bathroom I turn my music on really loud and use the awesome acoustics to sing at the top of my lungs. Thank you Coldplay.
I usually despise the grocery store. But yesterday, when little #3 and I trekked over to Safeway, I had a fabulous time. Instead of entering the store and instantly transforming into Atono-mom (my robot counterpart that takes over when I enter hel--er the grocery store) I let myself enjoy it. I talked to him the whole time, teased him, tickled him, really answered him when he asked questions (instead of the Atono-distracted answers I usually give when shopping) didn't shoosh him when he called out Tally-ho! at the top of his falsetto lungs, and I even bought him a doughnut from the bakery at the end.
It was fabulous.
This lasted all the way out to the car, where E continued to be hilarious, I continued to laugh, he talked, I listened, both of us the epitome of glee.
And as I scooped him from the cart, smooched his chubby cheek and put him in the car, I looked up to see a man across the parking lot getting into his car. He was watching us, and smiling.
The look on his face looked exactly like how I feel every time I go through the drive-thru at Carl's Jr.
It's nice to see someone loving what they do.
"Loving a child [or insert: a job, chore, etc etc.] is a circular business. The more you give, the more you get, the more you want to give." -Penelope Leach.