This Time It Isn't Me

Well, let’s just say that it is refreshing to see that I am not the angry one this time. Sorry to both of you. I’ll make sure that copies of my book get to you.

So a happy birthday to Abe Lincoln today. I have to say that the Lincoln Memorial was one of the biggest let downs of Washington DC, well, and the Declaration of Independence, oh yah, and moon rocks.

I will be the first one to admit it, but I am in pure denial about my age. To think that in a few short months I will be 27 makes me more than ill. Where are my twenties going, I don’t know. So when my roommates and friends suggested that I attend the Midsingles Conference in Calgary with them, I protested with everything I had.

But somehow, and I don’t know how, I think they have worn me down and a few short weeks after my 27th birthday I could be attending a Priest-Laurel-esque conference.

I guess when I go through all of the people, places and things I have done since it high school, it makes sense that I am as old as I am. I recently came back into contact with some old friends, one from high school, and an old roommate. So much has happened since I last said good bye to them, and to run through all the events has been quiet a task.

Since I moved out of my grandparents’ house in 2003, I have had seventeen roommates (I hope I didn’t miss anyone) and have lived at three different houses. I had a couple of different jobs, countless crushes and many, many stories.

The YSA whirlwind that I have been part of for so long, finally seems to have slowed and really no longer seems that fun. And now I am just afraid that it is too late, that I didn’t get off the ride at the right time, and now I just have to keep going around and around until the park closes.

So at this stage, I am really hoping that this Midsingles Conference is just the shake up we all need. Although I am not fond of dances nor overly excited by games like Do You Love Your Neighbour.

I am sorry. I am sure everything will be okay, and if not it will be another story, as Jenny pointed out. Besides we all know what happened at the last Priest Laurel Conference, so maybe this one will bring just as much good luck.

Wishing:
I had a Reading Week of some sort.

Waiting:
For our next pay day.

Wondering:
What’s next?

Lots of Love.