05-12-2007 - 11:08 a.m.
For the first time in years I actually acknowledged and enjoyed my own birthday yesterday.
I celebrated with my family and friends last night, and when one person commented that they've never seen me happy about my birthday, my response was immediate.
"I'm just really happy with where my life is right now. I'm in a good place."
Which makes 26 seem fabulous instead of horrible.
I've spent the past couple of months being depressed about Scott just up and leaving, but last week was a huge breakthrough. As I sat at my grad school graduation, I couldn't help but think "He was supposed to be here today." But as the day went on and I saw how happy my family was for me, the question came to mind: Would he have been proud of me?
And the sad answer to that question was NO. He would've just complained that he had to wake up early, or he just would've bailed out all together with his "that's a family event" excuse.
And so I finally had my breakthrough moment where I realized that I don't need someone like that in my life, but more importantly I don't WANT someone like that in my life.
And that breakthrough is a big reason why I've found myself in a "good place".
Happy Birthday Me.
And in really awesome/amazing news: Corvette Man and I are officially friends!
