I've always thought of myself as a pretty smart person. I mean ... duh. Of course I'm smart. Dare I say highly intelligent. Yes, I dare.
I mean ... I know things. Lots of things.
Beau thinks I'm smart ... um ... er ... except for those times he asks me to count down days and I count the current day as #1 instead of the following day as #1 ... or when he talks to me about cars or computers or phones or any sort of technical thing ... and quite possibly a few political things. But, I get by.
And, if Beau thinks I'm smart, I know I'm smart because he is a genius, you know.
And, I'm sure there are other people that think I'm smart too. They've told me so.
I have been confident in my smarts until this very moment.
My new job is pushing me to care about stuff I never had one lick of sense about before nor did I want to have one lick of sense about.
I'm a pretty good pretender when it comes to whether or not I know what someone's talking about even when I have no clue. So, I just smile and nod and give a thumbs up. But, secretly I remind myself that I need to google such things that I don't understand when I get home.
I do really like my new job though. I like the people and I like the challenge of learning about things like abstracts, title commitments, settlement statements, and other real estate/lawyerey terms. (Yes, I know it's not a word. I mean ... I'm not dumb.)
The reason my blog posts have been sparse is obviously because by the end of the day my brain is on the verge of exploding. I need my time at home to be filled with thoughtless activities like eating trail mix while watching back-to-back episodes of New Girl. The fact that I can even form sentences for this post is a miracle in itself.
I'm hoping and praying that I'm getting smarter by the day and eventually my brain activity will level out and I can be back to my normal, intelligent, jovial, blogging self.
Soon ... my peeps ... very soon.