Today has been a monumental day.
Today I got my first paycheck...ever (which seems kinda weird since I feel like I've been working my entire life).
I know what you're thinking, and yes, I should have been paid multiple times by now, but for whatever reason they just got around to writing the check. The funny thing is, I don't really need the money like I thought I would. It's more about the feeling of accomplishment.
Realistically, today is just the beginning of the next 50 years of my life.
But for now, I'll sit back and enjoy staring at my name and the little black numbers underneath it.
4 comments:
Assuming you live the next 50 years. I'm guessing you don't make it to 60.
Thanks Andrew. You always have the encouraging word I'm looking for ;)
And if Jesus "calls me home" sooner rather than later I will be more than happy to go...
Sorry, I was listening to Dashboard Confessional and feeling morbid. I'll give you 65.
Though, if anyone was to talk back to our Lord upon being taken up earlier than expected, it would be you.
not fair danielle. remember, i want to go at 55. you cant go before me. i would be pissed.
i love you though.
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