On the condition of losing my mind...
It smells like fall. I love that.
My birthday is two days away, and frankly, that's one minor meltdown after another. It's not the getting older. It's really not. I actually kind of like the idea of being 25. There's a certain amount of life experience built up that no one can take away from you. Plus, I hear that magically on your 30th birthday, your brain suddenly clears of angst and nonsense and your general purpose in life doesn't seem so murky and lost. (Granted, this is from a bunch of returning students in Kate's program, so I dunno how true it is. But it sounds nice, doesn't it? Just let me keep believing it...) I was just supposed to be something by now. Be someone by now. Maybe I am.
To Do:
1. Get a job.
2. Do that thing I'm always supposed to do.
3. Become an adult.
4. Figure out what to do with my life that ends in me getting a great job that I love and make an unbelievable amount of money doing so that I can travel the world with my girlfriend and buy property and start businesses so I never have to work for anyone else again. Got that?
Had this conversation with Carr and Pecci about a week ago now? Maybe more? And I felt so great afterwards... It centered me, I guess. (Thank you.) Just reminded me of the love and support that actually exists in abundance in my life and that's a beautiful thing. I'm blessed in that sense.
Went camping with Kate and her Mom and step-Dad and had the silliest two days of my life. They parked their tent on top of ours, and that was just kind of funny. We sang the whole weekend.... Ok, so... my family sings in the car all the time, we're quite musical. Road trips (even to the place we're eating that evening) tend to be filled with all of us singing. I love that. It's comforting to me, and it's just something I'm very used to. So I'm with Kate's parents and songs pop into my head and I just start singing the way I would any other time, and they sing back at me. It felt really comfortable and I think it changed my whole perception of the weekend. Also, Kate's Mom retaught me to play Rummy 500 which was cool. (Slight snafu, also something my parents are guilty of instilling in me: Kate and Julia were beating me with a serious margin, and I called them both fuckers. That's right, I said "you fuckers!" Somebody save me.)
Mmmm... anniversary was a few days ago, and I'm still high from what a fantastic day it was. I was spoiled rotten, and I loved every second of it. My girlfriend is amazing. Best ever. Don't even bother fighting me with on this. She rocks house. I'd talk more about it, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear details about my sex life, so I'll let that go.
Birthday, birthday, birthday, blah blah, blah.
Done now. Sorry, words are hard lately.
My birthday is two days away, and frankly, that's one minor meltdown after another. It's not the getting older. It's really not. I actually kind of like the idea of being 25. There's a certain amount of life experience built up that no one can take away from you. Plus, I hear that magically on your 30th birthday, your brain suddenly clears of angst and nonsense and your general purpose in life doesn't seem so murky and lost. (Granted, this is from a bunch of returning students in Kate's program, so I dunno how true it is. But it sounds nice, doesn't it? Just let me keep believing it...) I was just supposed to be something by now. Be someone by now. Maybe I am.
To Do:
1. Get a job.
2. Do that thing I'm always supposed to do.
3. Become an adult.
4. Figure out what to do with my life that ends in me getting a great job that I love and make an unbelievable amount of money doing so that I can travel the world with my girlfriend and buy property and start businesses so I never have to work for anyone else again. Got that?
Had this conversation with Carr and Pecci about a week ago now? Maybe more? And I felt so great afterwards... It centered me, I guess. (Thank you.) Just reminded me of the love and support that actually exists in abundance in my life and that's a beautiful thing. I'm blessed in that sense.
Went camping with Kate and her Mom and step-Dad and had the silliest two days of my life. They parked their tent on top of ours, and that was just kind of funny. We sang the whole weekend.... Ok, so... my family sings in the car all the time, we're quite musical. Road trips (even to the place we're eating that evening) tend to be filled with all of us singing. I love that. It's comforting to me, and it's just something I'm very used to. So I'm with Kate's parents and songs pop into my head and I just start singing the way I would any other time, and they sing back at me. It felt really comfortable and I think it changed my whole perception of the weekend. Also, Kate's Mom retaught me to play Rummy 500 which was cool. (Slight snafu, also something my parents are guilty of instilling in me: Kate and Julia were beating me with a serious margin, and I called them both fuckers. That's right, I said "you fuckers!" Somebody save me.)
Mmmm... anniversary was a few days ago, and I'm still high from what a fantastic day it was. I was spoiled rotten, and I loved every second of it. My girlfriend is amazing. Best ever. Don't even bother fighting me with on this. She rocks house. I'd talk more about it, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear details about my sex life, so I'll let that go.
Birthday, birthday, birthday, blah blah, blah.
Done now. Sorry, words are hard lately.