Guys that I've given up on months ago are coming out of the woodworks. Annoying. And intriguing. Of course. Which makes it more annoying. Bad boys, baseball players. Both love their parents, their families. Remains to be seen if they have it in them to offer me what I deserve. And my standards have definitaly been raised. Funny what getting a good job does for the spirit. And the bar at which standards are set.
I'm cranky. I'm on my cycle for the 6th time in 8 weeks. Not normal. And I'm not normal anyhow. Its making me a cranky and emotional and bloaty mess. More so than normal. And I have to pack for a business trip feeling this way. I hate that I can't control my emotions, water retention, eating carbs...blah blah blah. Somethings not right inside me. When I get back from Houston I need to go to the dr and find out why I'm feeling as I am. Not going to keep feeling like this every few weeks. Can't do it.
Work is going well. Feels good being back in something I know and am comfortable with. I look forward to the training and knowledge I'll gain over the next few weeks so I can really do and be my best for them. And for me.
Satan is working overtime on me. Trying to bring me down. Make me doubt, make me cry, make me want more than I have, be jealous of others. Not falling into the trap. I'm excited. I'm going to Houston. By myself. On a working vacation!! And I'm going to have a great time!
I do stupid stuff. I sucked my nose ring down the vacuum when I was cleaning the car. I fall down a lot. I get attached to people and things I shouldn't. But I'm learning. I'm growing. I'm becoming a better me. This process didn't end with me getting a job. Kind of just the new beginning.
Going to bed. Blessed, excited about next week and who I'll meet and what I'll get to experience. As a single, 31 yr old, employed gal. And I'm ok with all that. For the moment!