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When I was little (okay, maybe just 10-12 years ago even), there were a couple of things that I always said: 1: I will never do anything just for a stupid boy. 2: I can't see myself getting married. And if I do get married, my husband BETTER know how to cook and clean, because that's not my thing. 3. I'm hardly domestic. (This generalization of "domestic" refers to home decorating and sewing as well as cooking, baking, etc.) So, where am I now? I just got back from the gym and picking up a pizza for dinner and groceries to get us through the weekend, and I'm about to clean up the kitchen before getting back to my monstrosity of a sewing project, on which I'll be spending the better part of the evening. Could I get some help getting my foot out of my mouth, please? About four years ago, I made the decision to move to Colorado. I really had to talk myself into it because "not doing anything for a stupid boy" kept creeping into my mind. Paul was the only person I knew in the state, and he was the only reason I had for moving to Colorado. A wonderful roommate I had at the time told me that I wasn't moving for the boy, I was moving for myself because of the relationship with the boy (a boy who was ridiculously far from being stupid, I might add). And not only did I marry the boy, but I think that because of the dynamic of our relationship, I totally enjoy cooking and baking, and to a certain extent keeping the house clean (you wouldn't know it from looking at our place right now though, so please call before coming over). When I was in college, my best friend made a quilt for me. I was amazed (as I always am) by her incredible talent, and the quilt has a very special place in my heart (and in our house), as does her friendship. For a furiously hectic weekend in grad school, Amy taught me how to quilt and we were able to piece together an entire quilt in the span of a sleepless 40 hours. Quilting has become a hobby that I've adopted for myself, and it's because of Amy's influence that it's a passion of mine. Today I am thankful for influence. Good influence, that is; I've had my share of bad influences. I am thankful for the friends and family members who know me better than I know myself who get me to do something I wouldn't typically do, or make me consider taking a leap of faith that I wouldn't otherwise. Through this, I've discovered different sides of myself that challenge me and force me to grow and look forward.
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