My 30's officially ended at 7:45 on Monday Morning. I didn't enter my 40's the same way I entered the world 40 years ago - kicking and screaming, shaking my fists and demanding to know what was so damned important that you had to wake me up so early. Nope, I slept in til about 9:00-ish (more emphasis on the "ish") and was awakened by a man bearing Coffee and a present!
There were certain things I felt it necessary to have in order to successfully navigate my 40's. Sapphire earrings were amongst those things. I got em. Hell, I even got a beautiful necklace to go with them. Cool huh?
Friends from WAAAAAAAY back came to town on Friday and we celebrated early. We had what amounted to a slumber party. We stayed up too late telling stories, reminiscing, playing Wii and surfing the net.
We laughed til our guts hurt and then laughed a little more. I got to cook hella appetizers and entertain, and I honestly can't remember when I've had such a good time with my friends.
We talked about how I'd ended up in the Round-Up City and it was then that I realized something important. I've been here for 7 years. Not 8. Definitely 7. Yeah, that was when I came home for the weekend from working here and the man I'd been living with said "This just isn't working for me, I'm not attracted to you anymore." Within a week, I'd packed up my U-haul and had beat-feet here... where I set up residence at the Oxford Suites in Room 107 and resumed the journey that's been my career.
Only 7 years.... Not a huge amount of time... but long enough for me to be involved in a few committed relationships, run away to Portland, get a new job, quit a job, start my own business and fix up my house.
Now I'm 40. I'm involved with an amazingly wonderful guy with a huge heart who loves me pretty much unconditionally. Yes, he even deals with my peri-menopausal PMS and hasn't turned and run or turned on me. Who knew life was this grand. I guess I was just a little impatient.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Haymaker....
I love Bridgeport Brewing. Really. I've recently made some adjustments in my personal relationships. It wasn't that I needed a cock, I just found that it was a bit easier to deal with the current state of affairs if I had a little. This guy seemed to do the trick just fine.
That doesn't make me easy, does it?
I mean, c'mon... if weren't for the cock, I wouldn't have gotten the entire demo of the kitchen floor done tonight, or would I have?
Lets see if I can get the photos posted, then you can all weigh in on your opinons. As if anyone's really here to read this, as if. Yeah, whatever.
That doesn't make me easy, does it?
I mean, c'mon... if weren't for the cock, I wouldn't have gotten the entire demo of the kitchen floor done tonight, or would I have?
Lets see if I can get the photos posted, then you can all weigh in on your opinons. As if anyone's really here to read this, as if. Yeah, whatever.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
No Longer Mid-Thirties Life Crisis
After 5 years and close to 800 entries, I closed down my last blog - Mid-Thirties Life Crisis - in June of 2007. My Mid-Thirties are well over now, they weren't such a crisis. Now I'm counting the days to my exit of the 30's and the beginning of my 40's.
It's a fresh, new start. In many aspects, I feel as if I've finally come into my own. I have a much more realistic view of who I am and where my life is going. There are still a ton of unknowns, but they don't matter to me as much as they used to. I'm getting better at planting my own garden and living my life fully and honestly.
In a nutshell, I'm a serial monogamist with a history of running long distances when relationships end. I hit my stride in my early 20's and made my first run of over 1800 miles from Denver, CO to Portland, OR. Since then, I've made it to Eugene, OR and then to Eastern Oregon - where I've been for the last 8 years - with a little foray back to Portland during that time.
It's not that I have a fear of commitment, I think I just committed to the wrong people. Sometimes I committed for the wrong reasons. Sometimes I made poor choices.
I'm getting better at recognizing the pitfalls and hazards of relationships. I've learned that good ones are hard to come by and are hard work. I've learned that there's no use in beating yourself up over someone elses actions.
I've learned that I'm much stronger than I thought. That I'm much more resilient than I thought, and that I've got a lot of insight.
It's a fresh, new start. In many aspects, I feel as if I've finally come into my own. I have a much more realistic view of who I am and where my life is going. There are still a ton of unknowns, but they don't matter to me as much as they used to. I'm getting better at planting my own garden and living my life fully and honestly.
In a nutshell, I'm a serial monogamist with a history of running long distances when relationships end. I hit my stride in my early 20's and made my first run of over 1800 miles from Denver, CO to Portland, OR. Since then, I've made it to Eugene, OR and then to Eastern Oregon - where I've been for the last 8 years - with a little foray back to Portland during that time.
It's not that I have a fear of commitment, I think I just committed to the wrong people. Sometimes I committed for the wrong reasons. Sometimes I made poor choices.
I'm getting better at recognizing the pitfalls and hazards of relationships. I've learned that good ones are hard to come by and are hard work. I've learned that there's no use in beating yourself up over someone elses actions.
I've learned that I'm much stronger than I thought. That I'm much more resilient than I thought, and that I've got a lot of insight.
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