Well, it happened again. Yet another birthday came up and slapped me on the back, then ran away laughing. Yeah, very funny! *rolls eyes*
No, I’m not fond of birthdays. It just reminds me that I’ve let another year pass by without the feeling of accomplishment. I always have a list of goals for myself; things that I want to either learn or polish up my skills. For instance, I’ve been meaning to practice the piano more since I no longer have to worry about disturbing other people. Has that happened? Nope. In fact, I’m thinking about selling my piano due to the fact that I’ve hardly touched it in the last six months.
I suppose that I’m harder on myself, as most of us are. After all, I’ve got a decent list of accomplishments under my belt. I’m a Senior Cost Accountant at my company; I’ve been president of my Celiac Support Group (despite the fact that I’m trying very hard to step out of that role now); and I have an air of independence about me that helps me to take on some projects that most women would run away from. I am an avid reader, a lover of history, and a cross stitcher. I don’t like to cook, but I’ve been told that I’m very good at it. I love to bake, but I don’t want to be stuck eating all of it.
There was quite a big event that happened last year. My grandmother passed away, and in order to gain some independence while helping my dad, I bought her house from the estate. It was a long and VERY frustrating process, but I got it done. I’ve done a lot of work on it. It’s a cute little house, but it just doesn’t feel like home to me. I guess that I’m looking at it more as an investment. Is that sad? Maybe. But that’s how I’m looking at it.
The best thing that happened to me in the last year, though, by far was meeting Jay. I know that you’ve choked back the vomit numerous times when I’ve posted about him, but I just can’t say enough good things about Jay. When I’ve had a really rough week it only takes a few minutes of talking with him to make it all go away so that I feel immensely better. He gets me without me having to explain anything, and there’s absolutely no judgement from him. He’s smart, funny, witty, and interesting. We both have odd senses of humor and know how to crack each other up. I know that I can say something off-the-wall and he’s going to roll with it. We can tease each other and know how far to go without hurting the others’ feelings. When I’m sad he holds me. When I’m sick he rubs my back. When I need to vent he listens. I am the luckiest woman in the galaxy. He has introduced me to many new things and I hope that he is as happy with me as I am with him.
Here’s to hoping that this next year brings even better and happier things. 🙂