The Icon Doesn't Go with the Post, but It Does Go with My Dream Last Night

Tonight Ana made her first meal (not including making cereal). Ok, so it wasn't a huge meal, but she made her own roast beast sandwich with mayo and lettuce; she even ground her own pepper for seasoning. I sliced it in half, and she added chips to her plate and we had a picnic on the floor. I asked her what she'd like to learn to make next, and she's chosen pancakes; I intend to make them from scratch next time I make them so she can see how they're made sans easy mix. She loves mixing ingredients anyway. :)

I also have been doing a lot of "firsts" for me that for others probably aren't a big deal. Being so shy and unwilling to put forth energy into endeavors I'm not sure will succeed, I have often taken the coward's way out of what are scary social situations for me. Last week, after receiving an email from someone saying they'd already filled a desired position, I called up the number on the bottom (non-profit dance group that provides dance therapy to inmates) and ended up speaking directly with the person for whom the project was named. She and I talked, and she asked me to send her my resume again and call her back in a month when she was likely to have jobs that work for me. In the meantime, she dropped the name and number of a different arts program director who I also called and spoke with. He said his program had been discussing hiring an assistant in the future and to send him my resume. This is something I'd never really done before, putting myself out there and calling people I consider not wanting to have their time wasted by someone like me. After both calls (and subsequent emails), I felt exhilirated for taking what are to me, big social leaps of faith. Anxiety isn't something I normally jump over like little hurdles. Today I called someone back who'd requested an interview. ( More leaps ... )