I’m smack dab in the middle of ringing in my 21st birthday, in style.
Meaning, water, stale granola, and working on a huge assignment.
(For the innocent: ORU does not allow the consumption of alcohol by anyone at the school – faculty, students, etc – anywhere, for as long as you’re enrolled/employed).
I just want to thank all of you once again for all of your prayers and support. I am honestly doing much, much better. A lot of good has come out of this little valley, and I’m hopeful for the future. What exactly the future holds looks different than it did a few weeks ago, but I think I’m ready for it.
To clear up some concerned inquiries (and a rude one) I’ve received:
1) Confirmation is still like, the largest thing on my horizon right now. Unfortunately, y’all are stuck with me. Enjoy your last four weeks without having to, you know, count me as a full-fledged Catholic.
2) Yes, Eli and I did break up. No, there was not some huge, dark, tumultuous drama. We’re just moving in different directions, and that’s okay. Just because a relationship doesn’t end in “I DO” doesn’t mean it’s a failure (does that sound familiar, sorority sisters?). We learned from each other and we grew. A perfectly amicable split. He’s a fabulous man, and I’m honored to call him a friend.
3) I did not get “hit upside the head with a grumpy stick.” But I really like that phrase and I’m going to steal it, if you don’t mind. The usual snark and borderline irreverence is on its way back. If you’re wanting a blog by a perfect Catholic, then go visit Jen, Hallie, Kimberlie, basically, you know, anyone but me. I’m 20. Er, 21. I’m new to this. I will make mistakes, there will be plenty of them, and I’ll probably even like a few of the ones I make and drive my confessor crazy. Sorry.
So, in short, I’m back. Yay? Yay. I think so.