- I received a full-time job in the office where I had previously been working part-time. I'm now a contributing member of society and I've been able to cast aside some of my woes. (Keyword: some, because what's life without a little drama?)
- I bought my first car. His name is Rudi and he's a silver VW Jetta (aka baby Audi). He's my main man and I love speeding down the freeway with him.
- I'm once again an Amazon on the prowl. This is a very mixed bag.
It's been an interesting transition from spring to summer to fall. People in the know ask how I'm doing, which in itself is an interesting question-
When you ask someone "How are you?" what do you expect to hear? "I'm good, thanks" or "Well, I've been better." Do people ask with sincerity or just formality? I know that I myself am guilty of this. It's such an automatic exchange of pleasantries that even if I'm feeling down I don't think I'd unleash my melancholia on someone. This is a sad commentary on society if it's the norm these days. I want people to tell me if they're having a bad day; let me try and take your mind off things for a brief moment or two. Oppositely, I'd like to know that someone sincerely wants to know how I'm doing rather than giving me an opportunity to practice my stoicism.Given this, I try and temper the honesty. I don't always flash a bright smile and say that everything is dandelions and sunshine. I'll confess to stumbling a few times. I'm also guilty of taking a less than desirable situation and turning it into something far worse than the reality at hand.
When I'm reminded of the generous people who surround me, it gets a little brighter. I believe that's the key. It's a constant struggle but this was never guaranteed to be easy. That's what makes Amazons so awesome anyways, right? Our ability to overcome.
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