This morning, at 1something AM, I turned 33. This is the first year since I started acknowledging this day, again, that I have nothing planned (except some post-election celebratory foodage with friends – that has nothing to do with my birthday). Instead, I’m working, which is odd, and doing some reflection (in fact, this post is starting at 1:04am on 11/2). When I started this decade, I thought I was moving into something grander than what my 20s were about. Something about finding my course and starting out on the path that was mapped out during that wonderful decade. I’ve grown past the need to heal and step forward from that nightmare, looking at the joy and sunshine that actually existed.
Instead, 2 years ago, I was sitting in my room on the 8th floor of a hostel overlooking one of the most beautiful cities in the world wondering what in the hell I was really searching for and whether or not it would be worth making the trip home. In that weekend, I learned to stop letting things get away from me without saying anything and start recognizing the truth that was in front of me. That was my map, half of my own doing, and half of circumstance. Regardless, the hell I went through, that year, I don’t regret it.
Anyway, today is mostly a reflection (it’s Nov. 3, 3.49pm EST), the day is rainy, my office is cold and I was just informed that my gas won’t be turned on till Dec. 1. Chase is a bitch and I had to yell at them this morning. There was no stoup for me today, as the Biscuit was closed (but Kroger makes a very, very yummy chilli). The positive – my credit card machine arrived and it’s charging. I’m reading through the fun stuff and should be able to run all charges tomorrow. Tonight is dinner with friends, to celebrate the actual change that has occurred in DC (though, not near enough, maybe next election cycle).
And no, this post did not go where I was wanting it to go. Oh well, Geek Depresif. 😉