Finals Week

I know I owe a post or two, but it's finals week and I'm hip deep in projects that are really sucking all my creative juices. Also, we have a lot of events this month, so there's that!

Check back next week for an update, hopefully. New classes start on Monday so we'll have to see what kind of workload they bring!

Birthday Smirthday

So, Wednesday marks 41 times around the sun for me. Big whoop. I'm really not afraid of that number. I'm not angry about the stiffness in my joints every morning. I'm not resentful of the fact that I have to squint a little to read the Sunday crossword. I'm not even upset about the handful of white hairs that have suddenly popped up around my hairline. I'm not a vain person. I have always embraced the idea of growing older, always looked forward to proudly wearing my wrinkles earned through a full life. It's everything else attached to my birthday that makes me want to crawl in a cave and hide til next week.

My little sister was born in the middle of my 3rd birthday party and I've had very few pleasant birthday memories since. And now that she's gone I can't think of my birthday without thinking about her. And I can't think about her without thinking about all the crap attached to that.

Plus, thinking about my birthday makes me have to think about how yet another year has gone by and I'm further away from where I thought I'd be by now. I just wish my birthday would go away.

I'm really trying to get to the place where I can let all this go. I know I should be grateful for the blessings I have instead of being hung up on what I don't have. If you have any hints or tips on how to do that, let me know.

A Life So Tragic

Okay, So I know this isn't as tragic as I make it out to be, but this morning when I went to put jam on my pancakes (weird, I know, but stay with me) I noticed it smelled a little funny. So I thought I'd look to see if it had an expiration date. It did. It was Last month. I almost cried. The lonely hearts out their will understand my grief. I swear, it never occurred to me before that moment that I'd ever have a jar of jam long enough to reach an expiration date.

That is all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empty_nest_syndrome

Oh, and Happy Birthday to Miss Sally. 80 years young today.

Take this jobsearch and shove it!

So, I've been looking for meaningful work for going on some 20 months now, and the really depressing thing is, I'm nowhere closer to an interview now, than I was then!

I've got until May before I finish school to get a degree that wont even qualify me for the job I have now and no money to continue my education after that.

Please, oh please, oh please universe, throw me a rope or something. Then at least if things don't start looking up, I'll have the resources to hang myself!

Prayer for the day: Please show me the direction I am supposed to be going in?