It is the last Wednesday of June and I am not sad. In fact as much as I love summer and all of it's sun shining glory, I cannot wait for autumn and winter months. Maybe it's because today marks 6 months until Christmas Day? I know, I know- don't talk about Christmas, but secretly I wish it was here. This may be another story come November when I am freezing and only have one month to get a Christmas list and shopping done.
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.