I think this is the most life-changing 3 weeks of my life. I am surprised that I am alive, mostly. See, I am now working. I found myself dealing with life for the first time as a citizen of the real world. No more allowance, no more restback cash, no more comfortable beds and people who will do my laundry.
Instead, I have rougher hands, puffy eyes, a job, bills, and a conscientious habit of making sure I pick up every penny that I drop.
It feels good, for the most part. And I honestly believe that my life can only get better. I am working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and I'm actually looking for another source of income because living alone makes my paycheck (rather not broadcast it to the world. LOL) look like shit. However, it is liberating and the prospect of tomorrow always makes me giddy with optimism.
I have had so much injury in the past that I wonder how I was able to take life's beating.
Still, I'm here, not perfect, but happy with a pint of ice cream, thoughts in my head, one boy in my heart, and 20 bucks to get me through.
Ever the optimist. But hey! I did tell you then that I'd end up okay, didn't I?
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