Why, hello. It’s been a while since I’ve been around these neck of the woods.
In fact, it’s been so long that I actually forgot my username and password. #facepalm
It has been 5 months since you’ve last heard from me. School is out. I survived — granted the last few weeks had lots of drama, tension, and tears — but I survived. Now I am on 2 1/2 months of vacation and I don’t know what the heck to do with myself. I’ve been working so hard, non-stop, that I am literally having trouble sleeping at night. My body is exhausted, but my mind is still racing with all these ideas and thoughts about work/school, that I can’t get it to stop. I spent 90% of the night tossing and turning and getting frustrated that sleep is eluding me. Even Melatonin isn’t working for me. #fml I know working out is supposed to be helpful. But come on. You know that ain’t happening.
Besides getting a break from work, not much else has changed. Except for the fact that 2 weeks ago, I turned 31. That’s right. I’m now living IN the 30s. My biggest epiphany with this new age is that I literally don’t care anymore. That seems to be the underlying theme when something comes up. “I don’t care”. I’m tired of caring about things that I don’t need to care about anymore. I think that makes me even more crotchety than I already am, but it’s just where I’m at mentally. Looking back over the last, maybe, 19 years of my life, I’ve always cared too much — about what people think, about what people will say, about what other people want me to do, be, look like, feel like, think like. I’ve spent too much and given too much value to people’s opinions about and for me. It’s because I listened to all the noise, that I feel like I’m in this place now, where I’m 31 and just now finding my own. So, I don’t care anymore. You don’t like what I’m wearing? I don’t care. You think I’m too fat? I don’t care. You think I’m too bossy? Too old? Too rude? Too mean? Too snarky? I….don’t….care.
I truly wish I had done a better job of blogging as things happened. There was the “girls night out” that I should have avoided with my coworkers, where I was the designated driver as my coworkers got piss drunk. There was the family wedding (who, if you’re a faithful reader, I did not attend the engagement of this family member) that we attended that was not as awkward and painful as I thought it would be, although it did make me sad. There’s the fact that I deleted ALL my coworkers on Facebook. After that hot mess of a night with the other coworkers, I quickly realized that coworkers were not meant to be friends. They were meant to be coworkers. I didn’t want them to know about my personal life, or lack thereof, and I really didn’t care about theirs. I like being an enigma, sort of speak. The less they know, the better.
So now I am left with 110 friends — all family and close friends (or people who I want to know about). My Facebook is officially the most boring account on the planet because I get updates from said friends and family or celebrities. It’s quite nice. I deleted EVERYONE under the sun. I’m sure it’s offended tons of people, but I really don’t care. None of them were my friends in real life and if they’re upset about being deleted then I’m sad for them. Because, what do they get from being friends with me? It’s not like they were emotionally invested in me and my well-being. It’s a numbers thing.
Meanwhile, summer plans consist of nothing. Although, I do have plans to travel to Denver for a weekend, which will be nice. My sister will be gone for 5 weeks to DC for something work-related, which I’m jealous of, but we have both agreed that it’s needed for both of our sanities. Otherwise we’ll kill each other by August.
6 months in to 2014 and I’m still wondering and waiting for something to happen. I’ve been told multiple times that it won’t “fall into my lap”, which I understand. But if someone can just tell me what step I need to take next to MAKE the next thing happen, I’ll take it. I think God and I are still on the outs, so as soon as I figure out how to fix that, I’ll get back to ya.
I hope you’ll stick around for the next couple months. I’ll try to keep you entertained with all my wise words of wisdom.
It’s summertime, what else is a girl supposed to do?