But that isn't my actual confession for today. I have been living in lala land for quite sometime and I guess it is finally hitting me that in less than a month I will be 28... And I am afraid of what may or may not change in the coming years. I don't really fear age, I never have. I blame it on always being told I have an old soul. having friend much older than me and dating men that are older. I fear the changes that time brings with them.
Lately I have been a little more emo than usual, which is hard to admit. I have found myself driving with tears streaming down my face for no other reason than my emotions telling me to cry because of a stupid song on the radio with no significant meaning (looking at you Miranda and "Automatic"). I blame it on the planets alignment and the moon f-ing up the tide for my inner crab. Or maybe it's just massive pms followed by all sorts of other stress... Either way, I need to get a grip.. No one likes a cry face- expecially when you don't even have a reason to be so damn emotional.
I probably need more sleep and need to take up meditation, but I can't sit still with my brain quiet for five seconds let alone a friggin half hour.
I think I will just pour a glass of wine and get over my poopy mood- that sounds like the best idea I have had in quite awhile.
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