I love my job. I love that James and Patrick and Carley and I can totally be ourselves while we are at work. We can be kids and adults at the same time, and I wouldn't trade that for the world. The other day, I walked in on Patrick and James playing basketball with m&m's...Patrick's mouth was the basket. And while we were filing papers, we had a war with play-dough. Sometimes we sing and make funny voices.

It's important to know that it's always OK to be me...no matter how old I am or how much my world changes on the outside. I just moved into a new apartment earlier this month, and at first, I panicked a little bit. I thought that, because I lived in a different home, I was supposed to have different things, and a different job, and different friends, and different clothes, and a different reputation over night! After all, TV tells me that if I snap my fingers, my image can change with the snap of my fingers if I just start dreaming, right?

But I had to remind myself that the only thing that was changing was my front door (and my neighbors, of course). Everything else could stay the same because everything else was a reflection of ME! I didn't have to get a new, fancy job because I'm not really a fancy-dancy kinda girl. I like my job and what I do even if it's not "super cool." I didn't have to buy hip furniture because I'm not really a super-hip kinda girl. I like my furniture and how it feels...cozy and comfy...even if it's not "sleek and trendy." I like remembering that it's OK to be me, even if "me" isn't always movie-star perfect

Rachel