I'm turning 27 in a week
I've not been in the mood for updating this in a while. I have some drafts that were left unfinished but for the sake of my own memories and records, here we go:
I got a promotion at work. I'm happier now. I feel recognized by my peers and my colleagues. I have new friends at work, I'm teaching a workshop. I'm learning a lot, making decisions, talking with precision. It's a wild ride, but it's starting to look a lot like the future I want to build for myself, professionally. I didn't think it would, but I guess this was meant to be all along. That said, I haven't had a lot of time to think in things other than work. It's been stressful to manage client expectations as well as deadlines and all the new trainings. It's getting better, and I don't think I would've done it without the beautiful people that work with me.
My rent on this apartment is almost over. We'll renew the contract I think, but we will get a price update that I'm not sure if I'm ready to take. That makes me incredibly nervous, mostly because rent prices have gone over the roof with the inflation and now they're asking for payments in US dollars, which are hard to get. I want to still live here, but we're looking at options in the neighborhood. I hope everything just turns out to be just like it has to. I love living here.
I have an acne infection. I'm on antibiotics and using a special lotion. My pimples are small and have a white head. My chin is constantly inflamed and the pimples come and go. My friends say this takes a lot of time (months, even) to heal. I'll turn 27 with this thing on my face.
My friends have stopped talking to me. My lifelong friends came with me on vacations, I let them borrow my family's summer house. After coming back in January none of them have spoken to me ever again. They do speak to each other. This is incredibly hurtful, I've not come forward. I found that I don't miss them, but now I'm clueless about whether or not I want them at my birthday party. Maybe not.
I wrote three short stories, and I'm looking to write more. I'm going for a theme: nameless people that meet in the same place, for different reasons. Nameless people looking for their secret love. Mysterious women and men walking quickly across the street. I want to write a book and actually finish it. This looks like the one.
I'm turning 27 in a week. 26 has been painful. Not my favorite age, but I had a lot of fun. I did a lot of things even when I was scared or depressed. 25 and 26 felt like I was in the woods. I feel like the path ahead is starting to clear a bit. Maybe.