So today marks the 5th anniversary of the day that changed my life — the day I got married. It really was a horrible day, start to finish, and I really don’t feel up to going through the story again. Highlights: rained all day, florist had gone out of business, forgot to order a cake, and locked out of the house in the rain, on a holiday weekend. I like to think of it as the day I made the dumbest mistake of my life. And I’m not just saying that because of the fact that it didn’t work out, I say that because I knew that morning that it wasn’t going to last, and I did it anyway.
I feel a lot better today than I thought I would, really. I figured I would still feel depressed and crappy, but so far, so good. I’m half tempted to e-mail my ex and wish him a happy anniversary, but I fought the temptation and decided it’s better that I not be a bitch. At least, not today.
Work has continued to stress me out, mostly because I still have yet to feel like I’m doing the job I was hired to do. I’ve said something about it, and to no avail. So….I don’t know. I’m just looking forward to the busy season kicking off and then I’ll be able to buckle down and focus on the best part of all of this — the parties.
I’m ready to be done with school…I ended up having to push back my tests because of the funeral, so I’m not ready in the least for all of that.
It’s finally snowing around these parts, and while I love it, I am ready for summer. Baseball, BBQ’s, drive-in movies, sandals, camping…the works. I will miss going out on the boat this summer, but I guess I’ll get over it.