My birthday two days ago was pretty awesome. I celebrated it by waking up to a ton of celebratory messages on Facebook which kept coming throughout the day from friends, former high school classmates, networking contacts, and readers of the blog I finally started which I hope will be a corner piece in my wee publishing empire. I worked non-stop at the day job and was able have a great dinner with my boyfriend.
Yesterday, I had a bad day at work, and all the communication techniques I’ve been learning in therapy failed me. Only my best friend was able to help me make sense of things, and I woke up to the news that one of my boss’ clients suffered a tragic loss earlier this summer and we didn’t even realize it.
On the positive side, I haven’t had a cigarette in about six months, since my aunt died. (I wonder if you’ve met her over there in that other plane of existence.) I also cut my hair really, really short and will blog about that once I ship the pony tail of hair off to Pantene Beautiful Lengths, which I will do today.
That’s what days are like now. Some days are really awesome, some days are not. My group of friends is smaller and more localized, but I do still try and keep in touch with the friends I met when I first met you. Hell, I made it up to Toronto for a subdued DexCon, and I even edited a book for your husband, and doing that and working on the blog was and is one of the most fun things I’ve done with my professional aspirations. Baby steps, I know…
I hope that I’ll have more that I can tell you about next year.
Miss you, a lot,