Took a long time to come

My birthday is in less than a week. I absolutely adore birthdays and look forward to mine every year. I don't think I’ve ever been more excited for one to hurry up and get here...not even when I was four.

Last year was such a special, beautiful memory...Just days before my birthday I had started a new job and was optimistic about where my career was headed. I had also just fallen in love. I was happy, really happy, and hopeful. I thought 28 would be my best year yet.

No dice.

Instead, I spent the first eight months of my new job in a nervous panic, terrified I had made the wrong career move. Also, my heart was broken, brutally, and I spent the next few months under my covers with a painful ache in my chest that will not soon be forgotten.

You cannot even imagine how glad I am to bid farewell to this year.

However, throughout the minor crisis that was age 28, I was constantly reminded by my friends that better days were ahead. They pulled me from the wreckage, hosed me off, and propped me up beside them on a barstool, insistent I look forward, not back. They are my heroes and I love and appreciate them for all they did and all they are.

So, here I am at age 29, happy...for the most part. And hopeful. Again. I have every confidence that this will be our best year yet.

This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies

Right As Rain (live) by Adele

Should have seen it coming

Just after telling a boy suffering from noncompliance to hit the road the other day, I was awarded a long, luxurious laugh…he retorted that he was only in it for Olive anyway.

I’ve always suspected the sly Shih Tzu would try to steal the hearts of my suitors. A face like that cannot be trusted.

:-)