Hello readers. I know I’ve disappeared lately. My last post was a month ago. To be honest, I lost all inspiration, drive, creativity. To say I’ve been in a funk is an understatement.
Today (to be more accurate, today at 4:15 pm) I am twenty-three. I’m contemplating calling it the second anniversary of my 21st. I feel old, yet I’m no where near the person I thought I would be when I was little at this time in my life. I’m still hopelessly single. I’ve returned to the little town that I grew out of long ago and live with my parents. I squabble with my baby sister. I don’t have a job. (Can you see why I’ve been in a funk?)
But not all of twenty-two was horrible. Just the end kind of sucked. I rekindled a friendship I though was long over. I met new people that I had a lot of fun with. I got to watch Ohio State football from the press box, rush the field after an amazing overtime win and have a memorable kegs and eggs gameday where I never actually watched the game.
I went back to New York, a city that I love dearly. I got to see a musical that I adore and moved me beyond words.
I saw concert acts that I loved and bonded with my little sister, doing dorky things that only we could love-like going to see Disney on Ice early one Sunday morning.
I graduated from the best damn university in the land. No matter what, I am always going to be a graduate of THE Ohio State University.
I realized what I want out of my life. Not just being a wife and a mom…I’ve known that forever, since baby dolls and my first kitchen twenty-one years ago. I know my passions and where my dream jobs lie (okay, my multiple personalities haven’t decided on what EXACTLY is dream job material…we have options). I have hobbies I’m GOOD at, and know it too (sometime I should tell the outcome of the fair knitting…) .
I moved past some things I thought I was long over…and finally put it all to rest.
And now, I’m determined to believe that twenty-three is going to be even more awesome. It has to be. This is going to be when my life really starts. Because high school wasn’t the best years of my life, and neither was college…so my twenties is next on the list.
I may not be where I wanted to be when I started my twenty-third year. There are things in my life that I can’t control. And I’m going to try my damnedest to move on and let those things work themselves out. I can only control zo much of those things. I’m tired of them bringing me down.
Also, I’m going to blog more. I promise*
*yeah, I’ve said that before…