I haven’t backed my shit up in a while. My external stopped working suddenly a few months ago, and without the internet at home, I haven’t really had any new data to speak of. Today, I’m catching up.
I’m also working on my resume, because I’ll be damned if I spend another December at Starbucks. Said resume includes the phrase, “delivers goal-oriented results in challenging positions.” I’m proud of that one.
My twenty-fifth birthday is in three days. So much is different. So much is always slowly changing.
P.S., I didn’t mean to catch “Jesus after a haircut” on my screencap, but since I did, HI GRACE. I’ve missed you too. :}
Life advice you’re not looking for from a semi-old.
I am a semi-old — one who often bites off WAY more than she can chew and launches herself into near-impossible goals. The biggest life lesson I try to remember is to run my own race and find happiness in the every day. When I compare myself to others, or some arbitrary goal I “should” have attained by now, my brain turns to mush and my body hits disaster mode. All we have is the now, no matter what crazy or do-able goals we set for ourselves. Work every day, but try to find joy in the doing, too — not just the end result. All other ways lead to mental disaster. You cannot compare yourself to anyone else. There is always someone doing “better” than you, so fuck it. It’s a game you can never, ever win, so why try to play? Sure, I get jealous. I get pissed. But then I try to concentrate on running my own race, and I feel better.
This will be an ongoing process for me until I die, I expect. But I do get better at it. A tiny, tiny, tiny bit better at it as time goes on.
