Dear Summer 2011,
You. Fucking. Rocked.
Monday marks the beginning of a new era in my life. Graduate school and allocating all of my finances to moving into my new place (Yup. Found my dream apartment, at my dream price, in my dream neighborhood, and am moving on October 1st. I will turn 28 in my own damn apartment, just like I said I would). That means today is the last week day of what has been the best summer of my post-collegiate life. Shall we recap? I think so.
Inspired by my new favorite place on the interwebs, here are a few random tidbits and pieces of things I’ve learned over the years:
In my early twenties, I lived in the self-help genre of the bookstore. I was always good with studying and acquiring book knowledge, so I figured I could study my way to happiness. At 27, I’m done. No more planning and over analyzing. I’ll be a student of my own experience.
Suffering an emotional breakdown will give you a new view on happiness. Before, I thought happiness was attached to big dreams and fancy accomplishments. Now, I ask myself: “Am I suicidal? Do I sleep peacefully? Do I wake up heavy with dread?” If I can answer those questions with “No,” “yes,” and “no,” I’m good.
I once posed a question on my Tumblr. I wondered what my life would be like if instead of focusing on what would make me “great,” I focused on what would make me happy. What kind of things would I do? How would my life change?
As you all know, I’m always on a quest to improve or perfect my life. A quest that, sometimes, can drive me a little crazy. I only get this one life. I want to knock it out of the park so that when it’s over I can look back and be pleased with what I’ve created.
Cheers to me!
What am I celebrating?
I am just effin happy to be here.
Lately, I’ve been kinda working on CJ’s nerves (Bless his heart) because I’m always shocked at how genuinely happy I am. I can see how hearing the same thing over and over and over wears on a person, but as a woman who has spent the majority of her life muddling through difficulty or being insanely anxious about the difficulties to come, to wake up everyday content is a HUGE DEAL.
Since I don’t want to keep burdening him with my gleeful rambling, I’m just going to do it here.
It’s been a long time coming, but a change has surely come in my life. And dammit, nothing’s ever felt sweeter!
P.S. New hairstyle coming soon. Pics next week.
Just a girl with a writing habit, using a blog to share my stories and passions. These are the tales, interests, and observations of the quiet nerd in the corner of the bookstore; the professional woman strutting down the street in slacks clutching her Blackberry; the dork in bed by 9pm on a Saturday night; and the B-girl in the middle of the dance floor getting down in her sensible shoes. Welcome to the world of The Skinny Black Girl.
