Average, sometimes.

The blog has been quiet for the last week. Not because of a lack of words, I have just been directing them in another direction.

I have been taking stock of a few things and I came to the conclusion that I rarely give myself credit for things. I even put the word “Average” in my tag line. But you know what, there are somethings that I am not average at.

I have learnt I am actually pretty damn good at my job. This week I made something happen that no one thought possible. I have been with my “new” farm for a year now. Guess I can’t call it new anymore. I take such pride in my work and will forever be thankful that I landed where I am today. This week for the first time, when I got complimented on my work I loved it. I felt I earned it. I felt like even though no wine journal will ever note me for it, I did something important. Something that inspired others to step up their game.

This week I was not average at my job. 

My husband was away for a few days and this time around I didn’t feel quite as lost without him. Of course I miss his annoying face and lame jokes, but I was fine. I was pretty damn okay actually.

This week I was not average at being independent. 

I do not have scores of friends. Only a select few make the cut. My friends get annoyed with me because I worry. (when there is no need to) About their mood, their health and well-being and even if they are having an okay time in my company. For these friends, I would do anything. (I mean ANYTHING)

This week I was not an average friend. 

I might be an average traveller, but I am no average human.

I am actually, quite a kiff person. 

I hope you feel good about yourself tonight because I think you are kiff too.