So I don’t really believe in signs. But today I think I got one. Feeling negative, depressed, all that jazz…. And to top it off a wasp stung me. On my foot. Inside. A wasp. Inside. Crawling on the floor. Okay. You have my attention. Time to suck it up and stop complaining and feeling sorry for myself. This isn’t me. I’m the girl who said “I’m going to go to Costa Rica” and I went. I’m the girl who said “I will never stay with anyone who makes me feel guilty for not having sex.” And I have left not one, but two relationships for that very reason-not without fear, but knowing that eventually I would be ok, because I’m better than that. This is already hard enough. The man I love is under enough stress. I love him, and I will do this for him. And I will enjoy the opportunity I have been given. I have a roof over my head. I have food in my stomach. I have a family at my side. I have an exciting new job. I will be ok, I will get through this, and I will carry my beloved through it all, with all the grace and serenity I can muster. You’ve got my attention. Now let’s do this.
My name is Cecilie. I'm a history/psychology/Spanish student at the University of West Georgia. I'm a server at Longhorn Steakhouse and I love my job. I feel pretty lucky, because I'm 21 years old and I can say with a considerable degree of confidence that I know what I want to do with my life. I love ridiculous things, and that is what this blog is devoted to.