TGIF! TGIF! TGIF!

After a seemingly crazy week, I’m relieved that the weekend is finally here. Granted, I get the good fortune of going into work tomorrow (even though the water is being shut off in the building during my time there) for a few hours to clean up some stuff. Another transition period has been underway for the last week or so, which marks the fourth such occurrence in the time that I’ve been employed at my job. As always, it’s fun and craziness ensues, but I manage to cope just fine in the end. Even still, I’ll be relieved that it’s over.

Besides work, I’m slightly stressed about the upcoming transitions that I’m personally taking. I’m gearing up to move out of my current living situation and into a new place by myself. I’ve had roommates (including spending some time with my parents) for the last four and a half years so I’m eagerly anticipating the chance to have my own place, all to myself. However, after looking at my credit report (hence my fear of the number 557,) I’m worried about whether this is going to negatively impact my chances of getting the place. Fortunately, I’ve enlisted some assistance from my parents to accomplish this mission. Also, as it turns out, another apartment may become available in my current building (centrally located in Capitol Hill) for August, which would make my life easier. I do still want to take a look at other places as well to see what else might be out there.

So, I’m trying to keep a positive attitude towards everything. I’m sure that everything will work out in the end. It’s the anticipation and the feelings of uncertainty that makes things like this stressful for me. We will just have to wait and see what happens.

Pride weekend is now finally here. Honestly, I’m not that excited about it. Most people that I’ve talked to around here hold the common sentiment that they are a) not interested and b) they want to hide from it. When I was younger, I looked forward to celebrating and partaking in the yearly ritual that is Pride. However, as I get older, I become less interested in it, mainly because I find myself alone for most of the weekend anyway. Participating in Pride by yourself is not fun. Participating when you feel like you’re invisible is not fun.

Pride should be a fun time for me, but truthfully, it’s not. It has nothing to do with shame or discomfort with who I am. I’m comfortable with that part of me. I have accepted that this is a part of who I am. But, lately I’ve been having a hard time with getting people I know to want to hang out. Everyone seems to be too busy and/or uninterested in going out. Feeling alone is not fun. I don’t enjoy it, but I’m trying my best to cope with it.

That’s where I’m at, in a nutshell. I’m going through a time in my life where I’m in desperate need of some inspiration creatively and some companionship romantically. My 35th birthday is approaching swiftly, faster than I ever anticipated. I’m feeling like my life is passing me so fast. But, right now is the time where I want to make some healthy changes in my life. I need to do that now more than ever before. Ultimately, it’s the key to my physical and emotional survival.

I realize that I really need to refocus my attention on this blog. The blog has suffered from my ignorance for far too long. Now is the time to step up to the plate and make the time to do so.