Hard Work

I love working. I have always enjoyed hard work. I feel like I have the most postive thoughts and ideas when I am working. My friends own a popcorn store in American Fork and on Saturday I was asked to "babysit" it because they couldn't be there. It felt nice doing some good ol' manual labor. Since the store doesn't have a bunch of customers I just cleaned the giant machines and listened to rock n' roll till my arms were sore and one of my knuckles was actually bleeding. I loved it. It is weird that my body wasn't used to it, I mean only two months ago I was working at Kohlers on my feet all shift long. And my arm hurts even right now from the scrubbing that I did.
Man, I like too many things. It makes it hard for me to make decisions. A long time ago I told someone that I was interested in drafting and they thought that was so crazy. She told me that I enjoy people way too much to be stuck behind a computer the rest of my life. And now I think back and wonder if she was right. I have days when all I want is to be a people person and smile and chit chat and know what is up and run into people that I know... and then I have some days when I am so passionate about being alone and drawing and creating and just listening to music.