friday friday friday. can you come any sooner? need to be out of the office.  and into the great blue sea.

...nostalgia

take me back.

missing my family abroad.

is it time for blacksburg yet?

sweet sweet suffolk. sometimes i forget how much i love home...

only the best. day. ever.

I know I'll be celebrating with star and striped bikinis, bud light, glow sticks, hot dogs, jorts, funky feel-good jams, american flags and good friends.

god. bless. amurica.

...

cannot wait for hatteras sunsets this weekend. how they've been missed. back to the homefront to celebrate this fabulous country of ours.

love to my people. wherever you are.

dear summer, slow down.

nothing like a weekend trip to the mountains to clear your head.

Sitting at the peak of Old Rag, I feel accomplished and suddenly
aware of my own strength .

cheers to a productive week ahead.

i gots my brain back...i think

Waking up this morning, I'm feeling like myself again. Last night was filled with lovely family dinners and conversations. At least something went my way. Families have a way of making you feel justified again. Make you feel your own self-worth.

Today I'm doing some extreme research to find grants for Seven Venues. It's tough work here and I'm certainly staying busy. But I enjoy the work. I really do. It's somewhat liberating to feel like what you're doing actually matters, actually counts. This summer is the first time I've really enjoyed marketing in a way that's not just school related, but more real-world related. It's nice to have reassurance that I'm in the right major from time to time. Again, I gotta be doing something right.

Off to babysit my chickeees again today. I find the most challenging part of my day to be switching modes so automatically. I go from sitting at Seven Venues strategizing to find federal grants with my fellow intern friends, to getting Barbies shoved down my shirt by Clare, the 3 year old, as she screams MORE MORGIE, MORE BARBIES, YA BIG POOPIE BUTT.

...how I love being called a poopie butt.

just brings me back to the days of my corrupt youth.

even though it's hard to switch into little children mode, who doesn't enjoy blowing bubbles outside in the green green grass...running around with homemade princess crowns adorning our heads... eating unlimite amounts of sticky fruit snacks...reading every book in the nook...

no complaints here.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to my four year old self. I want to crawl inside that little dome of mine and capture whatever it was that made me tick as a kindergartener. Something tells me that pea brain was jammed full of colors and dreams and new ideas on how to bulid a better fort.

I just wish for a day, one day only,  I had no responsibilities, no exaamples to set, no expectations to be met.

I guess growing up is all about what you make of it.

So.

Portsmouth tonight with Jenna and Mich. Can't wait for this very much needed night out on the town. Looking forward to a few fine beers, a few stupid antics, and some quality Thursday night lovin'.

do something weird today.

and have no shame.

it makes the world go 'round.

power to my people,
morgz

PS. My first newsletter was printed today! I've been published! And it feels damn good.

PPS. We just got FREE ALL YOU CAN EAT DIPPIN' DOTS at work today. Life can't get any better.