Milestones

The summer is flying by and before we know it the holiday season will once again be upon us. I'm sure I've said this a million times by now, by when I think back to last fall and the emotional wreck I was I can't believe how much my life has changed in such a short period of time. By Christmas I will have moved and started a new life. A sublime and surreal new beginning that I never would have believed could come true. By the New Year I hope to have opened the doors on my second business and let's not forget that I will be part of the rat pack. Yes, even the most anti traditional, anti corporate bullshit, is officially part of the club. But, I will always be the black sheep of the bunch and for the first time I feel comfortable to mingle among the greats. I may never be technically as talented, but I've learned a lot more in the last few years then many of the suits will ever know. I will never go by the books, never work for the man, the word no is not in my dictionary, I will never "let it go", but I will live happily ever after in my fabulous new life thanks in part to Mr. & Mrs. Jackass Sewer Rat and the little old email that would forever change the course of my life. It was of course an email that started our friendship nearly a decade ago and it's super fitting that we ended the same way. Unfortunately the past, no matter how painful will forever live on. But, I have come to realize that life isn't simple and not everyone has manners. Sometimes it really is best to respond to a persons email even if it's a bullshit answer. By never responding in a timely fashion you too may risk the consequences of your mutually poor decision and be publicly humiliated permanently.
I've been in a funk the last few days, thinking about the past and the present and what I want for the future. When I was twenty-one turning thirty seemed like a lifetime away. I've put a lot of hope and pressure into this year, even thou it's still a couple years away. I imagine something magical happens when you reach this milestone. Like you wake up on your birthday and all of a sudden you really are an adult and there are so many more responsibilities. I have a life plan; I sometimes wish I didn't have a schedule for monumental life events. But, as this fictionally important year fast approaches I suddenly realize that I need to really get my shit together if I'm going to be on track for my thirty something goals. Kids yes, two, husband, no thanks, posh life, working on it, bring your rug rat (kid) to work everyday, got that covered already, money in the bank for rug rats, getting there.
What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning.
Kate