One Day

It has been a very long month indeed.
The holiday season is always overly stressful in the worst possible way. One would think that during the time of year we would be most thankful and cherish what we have, all we want is more, more, more. But, what can you expect in a consuming, media driven society....

Speaking of a long month. Can I just say that my body hurts in ways it has never hurt before? I can finally say I can feel myself getting older. And I'm only twenty-four years old. That's kind of pathetic really. Probably time to start taking better care of myself.

Long story short. I fell in a not so gracious manner on Halloween and my right knee hasn't been the same since. I'm not sure if I did some real damage or it what ever minor thing I may or may not have done didn't heal properly. Whatever I did though.. boy does it hurt from time to time. To put my Halloween fall simply, I was wearing shoes that were not my style. Little wedge booties. Granted these are beautiful wedge booties, but they are not for me because I have never been one to walk in heels. I am stumbling all of the place.... Back to my fall. I was at Walmart with my dad picking up last minute trick-or-treat candy for the neighborhood kiddos. We had gotten past checkout and I was walking briskly towards the exit. Something wet and slippery was coating the linoleum across my planned exit. Had I noticed it, I would have avoided it. Needless to say, I went down. HARD. My dad of course made a huge scene attracting the attention of the other guests, I realize he wanted to make sure I was okay. But it was only increasing my embarrassment. To be honest, I hardly even felt like I had fallen. The only thing that was on my mind was that I had dropped my groceries! Let me be clear, I hadn't really dropped the groceries..., it was more of a full on catapult type action. The bags went far above my head before crashing down with me. One of the jars I had purchased had shattered and delicious queso was spilling all over the place. I was mortified by that point. I wanted nothing more to make a quick exit. I jumped up and bolted out the door and made it as quickly as I could with my now bum knee as I could. I could tell there would be some bruising. Minor stuff. Nothing to be alarmed about.

I went about my mellow evening, and I continued to wear those shoes. I convinced myself that I would make those adorable cute booties my bitch.

I woke up the next morning and I couldn't straighten my leg. I couldn't even walk properly. I hobled about my apartment all weekend.  Thankfully I had fallen on a Friday night. I don't think I could have worked had it happened on a weeknight.

Several months later and my knee is still bothering me. It's probably time I have it checked out...Maybe.

Well that was a nice story. Back to this whole blog thing....

This is me. Writing again. Not terribly good at creating new habits. Old habits die hard unfortunately. It is the new year, perhaps a new resolution? I hate to say I hate new years resolutions. But I do. They are pointless and never seem to last more than a few weeks. But that's the pessimist in me.

It has been an interesting day.  Started off this morning with some not so good news.

Speaking for yesterday, the last day of 2014, I went on a lovely date night with my boyfriend. He took me to dinner and I took him to Zoolights. It's tradition that we do Zoolights every winter. This was our 5th time.

I rarely get on social media these days. It depresses me. I choose who I keep up with and I don't like getting a mere glimpse into everyone else's lives that I once knew, long ago. Several people got engaged. Several people had babies. Several people graduated. It astonishes me that so many people get engaged when they haven't known each other that long let alone live with them.

I'm starting to think that I'm in a bitter mood. Probably due to the not so good news. It saddens me when someone experiences losing a loved one. Regardless of  knowing the person who has passed on, it's hard to sit back and watch what it does to the said loved one. It's hard not knowing what to do, or how to comfort someone who is experiencing loss. What do you do? Act like everything is normal?  Cry for them? Make them tea? What is the polite and proper thing to do?

I feel like I'm rambling today. And I'm not liking it. I'm not liking many things at all apparently.

On a side note, I am starting therapy again. Perhaps that is my new years resolution. New year, new me. Pity. I liked the old me. But I also like leg warmers and watching the rain. I am a bit of a mixed up mess. Fancy that. I think I will attempt to keep one of those not so liked resolutions. Maybe keep more than one even.  I'll keep you posted, hopefully, of all my future endeavors, whether they be big or small.

I also, would like to read more. I love reading. I used to read for hours and hours when I was younger, in the tub no less. I think I was a mermaid in another life. A mermaid who stared at spoons all day and waited for something to happen. Indigo children. See how scattered I am?
I'm starting to think I'm a hopeless mess.

But I am quite content with that.
So here's to the random, scattered people.
I can't be the only one can I?

xo - Christina