Sometimes, the hardest thing in the world is being happy for someone else.

In the past three days I have watched the entire season 1 of friends.

Now it's time to go back to reality.

I feel like I am finally getting myself back on track. This past year seems like I have been on hiatus from myself, living a parallel life full of instant gratification, purpously avoiding that which I know deep down to be true. I don't really regret anything or any of my decisions, however I know that many of my decisions were not in my best interest, nor had my goals in mind. I wish things could have ended differently, but what's done is done and in the past forever (thank goodness for that). I am no longer heartbroken, and am happy to report that the self-esteem issues that go along with heartache are now gone. I am glad to say I have learned a helluva lot this past year, and am forever changed from the experience (not necessarily changed for the better, but not changed for the worse either, just different). These past couple weeks have filled me with courage. I am confident and excited about the year to come. I cannot wait to be back in norman.

Today while in the fitting room at kohls:

girl trying on clothes: "I can see all of my stretch marks now since I am skinnier"

grandma sitting down waiting: "from when you were tweaking?"

I definately made some akward noises trying to stifle my laughter when I heard this. I also almost fell over because I was in the process of trying on a skirt.

Today was my first day of work, and I like it!

(I'm a hostess at the OTB on 71st)