So it has been almost 2 months since my last post. And almost 4 months since I gave up trying to blog seriously. If anyone still reads this I'm sorry if you keep coming back to this virtual wasteland, dead blogs are sad. I keep thinking I'll start posting again when I feel better, but who knows when that will be.
My birthday is June 27th, I'll be turning 33. I read an article earlier this year saying that a study has shown that the happiest year of life is supposed to be your 33rd, sorry but I'm feeling gyped at the moment.
So pre birthday assessment of life: divorced (wedding rings still for sale), working 1 full time dead end desk job, working 1 part time cleaning job, working 1 part time massage therapist job, working 1 part time food prep job, own 1 house (still for sale), own 1 '97 chevy lumina, no children, 1 psycho dog, 2 chinchillas, have a grand total debt of $102k, no savings, no retirement, no degree, no major health problems, no hobbies, 25 pounds overweight, out of shape, have 2 great parents, have 6 great siblings and 6 great siblings in law, have 13 wonderful nieces and nephews, no social life, no ambition, 1 desperately needed weekend birthday trip planned to L.A. to stay with a friend and see War Horse.
What is it Monty Python says? Always look on the bright side of life? Only lately it seems more like "nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition". *sigh* So is the cliche true, "It's always darkest before the dawn"? I'm a little lost right now, a little lonely, and a lot of weird and internally messed up. I've tried to stay positive and keep the negative at bay...honestly some days it isn't worth getting out of bed but I do it anyway.
Who knows maybe after my birthday things will pick up, maybe it will be lucky 33 after all.