I think Sunday is my least favourite day of the week. What is there to like about it, really? First of all, it's the end of the weekend so I want it to last forever so I don't have to get back to school, work, (except that I am technically still on winter break so I don't do either). But then the day drags on forever, and I wish it would just end so that I could get back into a normal routine. It's a double-edged sword.
The worst part is that by the end of the weekend I have usually (read: always) fallen off the wagon and just eaten a massive supper of, oh, anything and everything washed down with half a bottle of wine. Like today. I can't seem to reach a middle ground. It is all or nothing. Eat all the time or none of the time. (Or maybe it is the opposite. Be happy, calm, in control all of the time or none of the time).
Sigh.
I am looking forward to this week. I have a ton of things to do, that I need to do, to keep me busy. Packing, specifically. I am going to the UK for 5 months for school in a week and a half and I have to get ready, and say goodbye to everyone, and lose 5 pounds before then. Do-able? Completely!
...after, like, a million years it seems. Where does the time go? I just read over my last post, which I wrote at the start of May, and it feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then!
Regrettable? Maybe. Unforgettable? Definitely.
I won't going to get into the gritty details of my past 6 or so months, but let me say this much: 2012 was a helluva year, and I'm not sorry that it is over.
Basically, my summer didn't go as planned, (but when does it ever?) My job at the first camp in May was wonderful. I loved my boss and the people I worked with. Then, my second job in June was a total nightmare. The people I worked with and for were complete jerks that treated me like garbage - to the point where I could have (and probably should have) filed harassment charges. I reached a breaking point about 4 weeks in and tore my boss a new one, (he had it coming). Anyways, that outburst got me fired (which they had no right to do) and I went back to the other camp as a counselor. As much as I loved it, I was in rough shape. I think something snapped in me the day I lost my job and I spent most of the summer trying to find an even ground between depression and mania. By the end of the summer I was chain smoking, drinking whiskey for breakfast, and railing T3s. Admittedly, not my finest moment.
But I survived, and now I'm here, (20 lbs heavier...) and ready to put it all behind me.
A fresh start is what I need, and while January 1st seems like a cliche date to reinvent and redirect my life, then maybe I'll just post this tomorrow, instead.
A fresh start is what I need, and while January 1st seems like a cliche date to reinvent and redirect my life, let's just forget what day it is. This has been a long time coming, but I'm finally ready to figure my shit out, (and lose these extra pounds).
Happy New Year lovelies!
xxx
P.S. I feel that this song pretty much sums up how I feel about 2012. No regrets. Ever.
