My furniture and boxes finally arrived. Can't say I was too thrilled that it took so long, but I really have no room to speak. I can only say that I am so very happy to see my bed. Not that I have been sleeping on bricks, but a tiny twin bed with two dogs is not very pleasant. I'm grateful, but my back thanks me for a queen size mattress.
New job is in place. I'm pretty stoked. Have no clue when I start - preferably next Mon. or Tues. At this point in my life, work is everything. It shouldn't be, and I know this, but right now, it's what I have. I know that my move had a purpose and it was the best thing for me - but I miss my friends. Well, I should say, I miss my 2 best friends. Here, in this beautiful state, I know people, but it's not the same. And to make matters worse, my best friend who was here in this beautiful state, has relocated miles and miles away (the beautiful new england). And, coincidently, she and I moved at the same time. Bad timing on my part that's for sure. At my last counseling session I walked away with a very poignant piece of knowledge: happiness is not found in success at your work or wealth, it's found in the relationships you carry. Ha. Brilliant, eh? Yeah. And I'm learning that it is so very, very, true. I love working. I probably love it too much because I know I can hide from the social world if I really want to. I'm sure you're thinking, why would you want to hide? well, because, I'm quiet and shy and apparently my first impression to everyone is: bitch, simply because I am quiet. So relationships in my life..... are not grand at the moment. And I feel the more I try the more I'm misunderstood. Friggin' sucks ..... I might give up.
I think I should take 2 seconds to vent: I'm so sick of immature brats who think they are high and mighty and know all and are just plain jackasses. Can't tell you how many people I have encountered recently who qualify as to this character. It's unreal. I want to punch them in the face and say "fucking grow up". And what's funnier? They say .... but I feel that what I give, I get, and I expect that from the other person. And I say, oh really? You have shit-ass way of showing that.... ha. Lame.
Done with that.
So here I sit listening to The Fray and wondering when it's gonna feel good. I have my family, I have my things, I have my dogs.... and yet I still feel like something is missing. Thank god for music, that's all I gotta say. Oh, and writing. It's a blessing.
Still not sure the topic, but a potpourri of goodness sounds right.
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