Edge of Twenty-Eight

I have been in sort of a funk. I think it will get better with some sunshine and vitamin D. I have been on a huge Stevie Nicks kick this last week. Well, and AC/DC and reggae fusion. My brain is weird. But they all help the lab work go by super fast.

I got to spend my Easter with some friends and their family, which was quite entertaining. It was nice to get out and visit people outside of work. I am grateful that I have friends here that not only accept me, but aren’t afraid to bring me home to be part of their personal lives. It does mean a lot, especially when you don’t have a support system nearby like most of my coworkers. I am also glad that they all have such great senses of humor.

Today was my 28th birthday. Not sure how to feel about it, really, or if I feel much about it at all. It was a busy work day, but good. But I haven’t really ever felt my age. I think it may be one of those things where I will one day feel MORE my age. Like growing into my actual age. Or not. Who knows. I guess it is important to acknowledge anniversaries whether or not we have some emotional attachment to them.

I found out that a dear old friend will be able to meet me in May at our vacation house on the beach. I am looking forward to that more than anything–it’s the most excited I’ve been in a long time. Maybe it’s the idea of reuniting with someone that really gets me. Someone that has seen me through my worst and still loves me. Someone that I don’t have to hide anything from at all or be afraid that they’ll reject me. It’s  easy to take friends for granted and lose touch, so I can’t wait to catch up.

I am thinking of taking a trip sometime later this year. Not sure where yet, but somewhere fun. A trip for myself. I need some space from both Maine and Georgia to recalibrate.

“Well, he seemed broken hearted
Somethin’ within him
But the moment
That I first laid
Eyes on him
All alone on the edge of seventeen”

“Your world keeps spinning and you can’t jump off
But I will catch you if you fall, I can’t tell you enough
I hate to hear that you’re feeling low
I hate to hear that you won’t come home

Why, should we care for what they’re selling us anyway
We’re, so young girl and you know

You don’t have to be there babe
You don’t have to be scared babe
You don’t need a plan, of what you want to do
Won’t you listen to the man that’s loving you”

“My mind won’t rest
and I don’t sleep
Not even in my dreams…

If you ever did believe,
for my sake…
If you ever did believe…”

 

My latest playlist tunes for super awkward lab dancing at the centrifuge: