yellow so real it's fake-looking

It is one of those last lazy days of summer when autumn is gently waving hello to us. I love living in the Midwest. I've never really lived anywhere else and I don't regret that. How could you not love it here - driving by the swaying stalks of gold, riding on roads paved with falling color, accepted and expected change - it's everything.

Homework, study, break, read, snack, homework, study, sleep, shower, work... it's fall. So relieved I had classes during the summer or going back would be so much more difficult.

Well into my Mother-Baby/Pediatrics rotation. It's amazing. I am so relieved because I was so nervous, filled with trepidation. Needless trepidation - there's a catchphrase for me.

This afternoon I was looking at the flowers on the deck still blooming away. It was the marigold that captured me. So yellow it seemed artificial. I held this brilliant blooming living yellow in my hand and felt... content.

Matthew 5:5 (The Message)

"You're blessed when you're content with just who you are—no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought."