Some of the terrible things that made 27 my worst year ever:
- Jon dumping me out of the blue;
- Jon dumping me out of the blue again;
- going on anti-depressants;
- finding out Jon was engaged to be married one month after dumping me, sliding ever deeper into depression;
- breaking up with Dave;
- going back to work after my leave of absence/Cruise America trip to realise I was more depressed than I thought;
- quitting my job;
- realising my anti-depressants weren't working;
- being unemployed;
- starting to go into debt;
- working as a Temp; and,
- not being able to afford to ski very much.
When I think about it, there were a lot positive things that happened while I was 27 (like meeting Pete, going on my trip, getting parts of my life figured out, realising I had the support of my friends, working at the winery), but the sum of the bad things far outweighs them for now. So, hasta la vista, 27!
2 comments:
Happy Birthday!
Here's to a new year. From experience I can tell you that every year gets better because you learned so much from the year before. You are becoming more of who you are every day. Last year might have sucked but you have changed for the better because of it. I have never seen you so happy.
I love you.
Thanks Jen!
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