I'm 28 now. Not old, but yet, difficult. Hard to explain.
I've finished 5 years of teaching the madness that is high school. I will even begin my 6th year in a different role - getting back in touch with neglected loves - theatre, plays, musicals, and drama ... well, I've always been in touch with drama!
I am still with Boy. He drives me crazy and annoys the hell out of me at times. I'm sure he finds me beyond difficult in way too many moments. I very wrongly thought this whole relationship stuff would be easy ... But, he loves me ... a lot. And, I love him.
When I allow it (and stop acting stupidly scared and undeserving), it's nearly too good to be true.
For the first time in a long time, I'm not really working this summer. Well, I'm working on me. Getting healthy. Writing. Doing music-related things. Oddly enough, the area that's going quite well is the getting healthy.
Oh, irony. You are so silly.
But, life is alright. Especially because of getaway weekends like this:
What a girl gotta do? Accept some joy.