One for the Books.

I am so glad 2007 is done, gone and buried in a cemetary with tacky, faded, plastic flower arrangements. Here's the metaphor I've come up with: 2007 was like that friend you had in high school that would make snide comments about you because they "care enough to actually say something" while merely boosting their own fragile ego. Then, finally, you get away from them and realize they taught you so much that helped keep you from being in future unhealthy relationships. You're glad it happened but relieved it's over.

I am an adult.

For a few months I felt as if all of my dreams and aspirations became impossibilities. Now I see they're still reachable I'm just going to have to stand on my tip toes to reach them. Time to take up ballet.