A Ghost of Daisies

Twenty-four today.

Sarah invited the third corner of our cohoot to my birthday luncheon as a surprise and I can say that it was the best part of today.

…at twenty-three, that is.

Over the weekend I was suppose to have been in Orlando attending my dear friend’s nuptials. However, due a bunch of circumstances things didn’t work out that way. I forgot to cancel the days off with work so I ended up a five day weekend. I spent two days getting stuff done for my car (my first time having brand new tires!), helping Sarah clean out her garage, sewing my new purse, seeing old friends, then having birthday cake & ice cream with Mom. So in other words, I kept busy. I even started reading How to Be Single (this is not as desperate as it sounds). I’ve put out a lot of money on my car and none for me personally, but I think the reward is keeping my car in good repair.

I’ve already made a list of things that were firsts for the past year. It’s been an extrodinarly tough year as I realized the full-disappoint of the post-college life. However, I’ve also decided that I’ll no longer let depression rule my life. This is monumental in importance. I’ve felt better ever since I made this decision.
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I have to go to bed now so I can be up at 4:30am. I’ve been grateful for these days off and for today. This posting is less blog and more journal, but I think if I cannot be brutually honest and me on this webspace I’m paying for, what is the point? My wishes for twenty-four is to become more accepting of me, grow some plants, cook more, curse less, and be a success in grad school (if I get in).

Goodbye, twenty-three. I hardly knew ye.

Tomorrow is my 24th birthday so I went to Mom’s house for cake and ice cream. Nevermind the bushy eyebrows!

I’m exhausted because I spent the day sewing my new purse while listening to season 1 of Bones. The purse is not perfect but its the perfect size for my needs. I’ll finish it up tomorrow.

Spending the afternoon and early evening with my long-time friend and her daughter makes me long for a child. The desire is not immediate but more of a sad, far-off call of “you want this too.” It’ll be years before I’m ready for a child so its nice to love my friends’ children instead.