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It's my birthday (observed!)
I had about thirty people come and eat ice cream with me over the course of the evening, including three of my partners. I chatted with friends and watched other friends chat with each other, I got to ask some people about stuff they're excited about, I watched a three year old be incredibly mobile and active and a real person and I generally had a very nice time of it all!
(And I ate raspberry-lime-rickey-sorbet with vanilla ice cream, and then later I had a root beer float, and both were quite pleasant!)
I got back home and immediately had a nice long half-hour fuckaround on social media and failing to google a phone game Shannon told me about several years ago that I played for a little while and remember almost nothing about. (She'll reply to my texts eventually, and if she doesn't know either I'll seek more help).
Work begins on Monday, and I think I'm conceptually ready for it. I'm not literally ready --I haven't chosen an outfit or looked at my email or figured anything out-- but I'm conceptually ready. I'll see the kids and take it a day at a time. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm gonna be 35 and that feels pretty great, despite it being the last year that various dance events count me as youth. It's okay, I'm thrilled to pass the title on to them. I can be loud and vivacious without also being young.
And for now I can write my words and have a nice evening with Tuesday and soon I will observe Facebook and the many friends there sending me ice cream photos.
I hope your life is treating you kindly and that the world will spiral closer to a happily ever after for all, rather than away.
I love you!
~Sor
MOOP!
I had about thirty people come and eat ice cream with me over the course of the evening, including three of my partners. I chatted with friends and watched other friends chat with each other, I got to ask some people about stuff they're excited about, I watched a three year old be incredibly mobile and active and a real person and I generally had a very nice time of it all!
(And I ate raspberry-lime-rickey-sorbet with vanilla ice cream, and then later I had a root beer float, and both were quite pleasant!)
I got back home and immediately had a nice long half-hour fuckaround on social media and failing to google a phone game Shannon told me about several years ago that I played for a little while and remember almost nothing about. (She'll reply to my texts eventually, and if she doesn't know either I'll seek more help).
Work begins on Monday, and I think I'm conceptually ready for it. I'm not literally ready --I haven't chosen an outfit or looked at my email or figured anything out-- but I'm conceptually ready. I'll see the kids and take it a day at a time. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm gonna be 35 and that feels pretty great, despite it being the last year that various dance events count me as youth. It's okay, I'm thrilled to pass the title on to them. I can be loud and vivacious without also being young.
And for now I can write my words and have a nice evening with Tuesday and soon I will observe Facebook and the many friends there sending me ice cream photos.
I hope your life is treating you kindly and that the world will spiral closer to a happily ever after for all, rather than away.
I love you!
~Sor
MOOP!