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Sweet, sweet day, today is. I cannot believe I’m 29. Really? 29!!! I was dreading this a few months ago. I mean, really, I was. Maybe even a few weeks ago. But not today. I took some pills of “Get an attitude adjustment, real quick” which has helped me realize what a high point in my life I’m at. What an amazing 28th year this has been! I applied to grad school last year and got in, then got an incredible job offer and moved to a new state, started a new job, moved in with my girlfriend for the first time, got a kitten, made new friends, and lived all of those not-so-big-moments in between. That makes for a good transition into my 29th birthday. The older I get, the more I easily settle into myself. Life feels like it’s supposed to, more and more as I stay flexible with the shifting of it all. Life is good, and it’s only been getting better. I’m happy to be alive and celebrating the BEST DAY OF THE YEAR.
As I begin the final year of my 20′s, I love looking back at the awesomeness that has been my journey so far (even the hard parts), but I’ll mostly just try to be present. I want to love every minute of this wonderful time in my life and be grateful for all that I have.
I found out yesterday that I got accepted into grad school!!!!!! (Again, ha!) This time I’m going for a MS, as the only way I can receive tuition reimbursement from my employer is for the education to be job related. I’m pretty blown away… I didn’t think I was going to get in. It’s a great school and an amazing program. It’s going to be difficult and challenging (especially because my bachelors degree has nothing to do with this one, so I really don’t have the background and foundation) but I’m going to throw myself into it. It’s an amazing opportunity. Eeek! I’m kind of proud of myself. The next step is make sure that my job is going to OK the program. Once that happens, I can give my commitment to the university.
So if all goes right, I’ll be a school girl again on August 8th. Incredible!!!
A few weeks ago we went to a concert, and because we were part of the fan club and had pit tickets, were the first group admitted into the venue. There was probably around 30 people in front of us in line. As soon as we entered the venue, B headed for the bathroom, so she could avoid any instances of having to stand in a long line with a bunch of women who think she’s a guy. You know, typical butch considerations.
I had gone ahead to the pit to secure our spot. When she came back, she was furious. Basically, when she came out of the stall, there were two women who had come in, saw her, and one of the girls SCREAMED. She yells, “OMG, THERE’S A GUY IN THE GIRL’S BATHROOM.”
B (non confrontational that she is) quietly told them that she wasn’t in the wrong bathroom. They realized they were wrong, and out she went. They were extremely obnoxious. Of course.
Then two weekends ago we were in D.C. for pride and in a restaurant near our hotel, when B went to go to the bathroom. She had a whole table try to tell her she was walking into the wrong bathroom.
Are people really that dumb? Do they really think people can’t read the sign on the door they are walking into? I mean, really. God-forbid someone doesn’t look like a societal norm, people don’t know how to act. They can’t even let something bigger come into their small brains – like, oh wow, things aren’t always the way I’m conditioned to believe them to be.
Normally it doesn’t bother me, as I’m used to it. But lately, it’s irking my nerves. Unisex bathrooms should be mandatory in all public places. The end.
BP has kind of taken over our lives these last 6 weeks, but we did manage to have a nice two year anniversary a few weeks ago. Two years. Can you believe it? The night ended with B making one of her specialities – bruschetta chicken. Yum. We ate outback, listening to the birds and admiring B’s hard work in the yard. We talked about where we were two years ago, reflected on our journey here, and talked about hopes for the future.
I feel lucky. Blessed.
Thanks for an amazing two years baby.