I like saying that I'm 24.
So, yeah, I turned 24. Fuck you, 23. Some "golden year".
LOL. I make it sound more dramatic than it was, but in general 23 had some stunningly wonderful moments in a lot of shitty shitty ones.
So, that said, I'm nervously excited about 24. I feel like I'm finally ready to let myself be young. To have just a job. To really spend some time figuring myself out. I think that means that I have to delve into some of my fuckedupedness pretty deeply, but I feel like I can go there now. And I can deal with my own fuckedupedness in a way that's real, as opposed to "Yeah, I'm dealing with this, but only so that you think I'm dealing with it." And I'm going to let myself have issues, and try not to hide behind the role of helper, or mature one.
My birthday itself was sort of a non-event. The day before, my folks and my sister that's still in this time zone, (I miss my Southern sister.) and I went to Pearl Street for sushi. I loooooooooove Hapa sushi, but there was some tension because of some things that were said in the car on the way there. So I beat myself up for not being able to put aside my shit and just enjoy being with my family, and being in Boulder, and having delicious sushi, and then I beat myself up for beating myself up. . .arg. It was a gorgeous night and I did eventually get to a place where I relaxed a little bit. Lots of great people called on the actual day, or sent e-cards, and I went out to dinner with the fam again and then had a Millers Night, that my amazing roomie actually trekked to and fit in beautifully. Meeting Adam is always something of a litmus test. If you can't handle him, maybe we have to talk. But she did a great job.
I'm moving on FRIDAY, and I can't wait. Afore mentioned roomie and I talked about it today and I started getting really excited about moving, and decorating and having a place of my own, that I'm not alone in.
So remember the job I posted about? The one that I would love? I got it. I took it. And now I've got to figure out how to make it work. So I'm calling in sick to the day care tomorrow to interview with another place, to see if I'd be a good fit there, and to see if they'd be a good fit for me, and if they'd hire me part time. Someone wise said recently that it's not only responsible but necessary to do the things in life that we're passionate about, even when the people that we love can't necessarily understand that, so I'm going to make this work.
LOL. I make it sound more dramatic than it was, but in general 23 had some stunningly wonderful moments in a lot of shitty shitty ones.
So, that said, I'm nervously excited about 24. I feel like I'm finally ready to let myself be young. To have just a job. To really spend some time figuring myself out. I think that means that I have to delve into some of my fuckedupedness pretty deeply, but I feel like I can go there now. And I can deal with my own fuckedupedness in a way that's real, as opposed to "Yeah, I'm dealing with this, but only so that you think I'm dealing with it." And I'm going to let myself have issues, and try not to hide behind the role of helper, or mature one.
My birthday itself was sort of a non-event. The day before, my folks and my sister that's still in this time zone, (I miss my Southern sister.) and I went to Pearl Street for sushi. I loooooooooove Hapa sushi, but there was some tension because of some things that were said in the car on the way there. So I beat myself up for not being able to put aside my shit and just enjoy being with my family, and being in Boulder, and having delicious sushi, and then I beat myself up for beating myself up. . .arg. It was a gorgeous night and I did eventually get to a place where I relaxed a little bit. Lots of great people called on the actual day, or sent e-cards, and I went out to dinner with the fam again and then had a Millers Night, that my amazing roomie actually trekked to and fit in beautifully. Meeting Adam is always something of a litmus test. If you can't handle him, maybe we have to talk. But she did a great job.
I'm moving on FRIDAY, and I can't wait. Afore mentioned roomie and I talked about it today and I started getting really excited about moving, and decorating and having a place of my own, that I'm not alone in.
So remember the job I posted about? The one that I would love? I got it. I took it. And now I've got to figure out how to make it work. So I'm calling in sick to the day care tomorrow to interview with another place, to see if I'd be a good fit there, and to see if they'd be a good fit for me, and if they'd hire me part time. Someone wise said recently that it's not only responsible but necessary to do the things in life that we're passionate about, even when the people that we love can't necessarily understand that, so I'm going to make this work.