This is my thirteenth post to this blog. I’m not normally triskaidekaphobic, but after the way this month’s Friday the 13th transpired, I am not so sure anymore. It’s probably best to keep this entry short.
I am just relieved to close the book on an August that may have had a few uplifting moments, but such were inundated by crashing, suffocating lows.
So begins September and in a few days, my thirty-second year on this planet. Despite all of the negatives of the past few summer months, I suppose I still have much to be optimistic about. I am considerably closer to my weight goal of 190 pounds (and the potential realization of a lifelong dream of becoming an underwear model*). I have far fewer complaints about what my current career path is not, and have renewed focus on what is and what could be. I have a mostly remodeled bedroom (and the credit card debt to prove it). Finally, although there currently is no one special in my life, I at least have a circle of a few good friends and a loving family that I can rely on.
*There really does need to be a <sarcasm> HTML tag.
