Remember how I promised myself that this year was going to be a better year than last? Or when I had that short birthday in March and promised myself again that I was going to live it up and enjoy my remaining days in my twenties?? No?? Well you've been missing out, peeps, because this blog is basically me having nervous breakdowns, like, all the time!
Of course, no, I am not having nervous breakdowns. Not all the time, rarely ever, and perhaps even never (some people would like to argue?). What I'm trying to get at is, this year has been just as challenging as last. How is this possible? Why me? Am I Nancy Kerrigan and did I piss Tonya and her BF off?
Well, I guess I'm rollin' with it. Maybe this is living my twenties to the fullest. I have responsibility and ambition, and perhaps all this other stuff comes with the package. You know what? Bring it on, I'll handle it. In fact, I want to handle it. I want to get it out of the way so I can have a brilliant fifties. Because, God, if you are reading this, you owe me BIG TIME (sorry just kidding I'm sorry I didn't mean it please don't read this amen).
First on the list is to lose the break-up pounds. Seriously. Not. Fun. No, wait, that is not first! No, I have another gazillion things competing to be first on the list, and weight gain is (ironically) outweighed by more pressing matters. Like eyebrow tinting. Or Santa Claus stamps from the post office (yeeeeeah!). So, recently, when I can see any kind of tangles up ahead, I take a deep breath, look at either the real or photographed images of Poppo and Chu Chu, and repeat to myself...
Bring it on, Tonyas of the world!! I have a light saber and it's longer than your bat!!
2 comments:
This is superbly written. And your candidness will stand you in good stead, I promise.
And yes, no one promises rose gardens, even in the twenties. Unfortunate, but true. But lots of individual roses here and there, non?
M.
yes:) and dahlias and peonies.
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