Moving in, moving on

Since my last post I have packed my life into brown boxes and upacked them in another address. I've moved in with my boyfriend to "our place". =)

When I woke up this morning, I was happy, almost too happy. And knowing what I know now, it was only, so if someone would add up my emotions today, the result would be ok. Because I'm unhappy and crying right now.

My emotions have been a rollercoaster ride since the move. I'm been happy, I've been sad, I've been tired, I've been crying. The who enchillada. At least, no one can blame me for not feeling! Although right now, when another job possibility is down the drain, it sure would help a lot.

But that's just life, I suppose. You get dumped, rejected, hurt... you'll feel pain, you'll cry. That's the way it goes. No one's perfect, nothing's perfect. Life just is.

Right now I'm not sure what would help... painting my red face white, taking a walk outside (it's a sunny day out there) or some retail therapy (I've had my eye on the latest issue of InStyle for a week). Listening to music, writing nor cooking sure didn't help. Macaroni casserole is soon out of the oven, though.

I suppose I should be stronger. I probably shouldn't let these obsticles get to me. But quess what? They just do! That's part of being who I am and I'm tired for apologizing that.

It's time to move on, but I just wish that something would finally tell me if moving on also mean moving on from journalism...

It is what it is

Over the past week my new attitude has been tested.

Everyone faces bad surprises, twists of faith and hardships. No news there. BUT what did astonish me is that my new attitude "it is what it is, come what may", has remained rock solid and my sense of self and inner calm returned quicker than I could have ever imagined. Who would have thought...

I have stayed num about what events I specificly mean. I have done that on purpose. Both things are still out there, unresolved, so this time I'm going to be quiet about them. Some say, if you do not talk about bad things, they do not enter your life. Well, true or not, this time my lips are sealed.