revival

It's been so long since I've updated this little puppy that they've gone and changed the whole design of Blogger! And upon review of my own blog, I realized that most of my favorite blogs to follow are dead in the water which is unfortunate but I am very confident any of my followers could say the same thing about me. If you're just now stumbling upon this, welcome and please be patient. Start at the beginning, avoid the post-breakup middle if you can and stay tuned for updates! I'm not totally up on Instagram but I'm great with a metaphor and #realtalk.

It's time to get serious about this thing. I mean, let's be honest. There are hours in my workday that I spend willing #whatshouldwecallme to update that I could be spending updating. Time to pick up where I left off... almost a year ago.

I love my job. I feel like I am a completely different person than I was last year around this time. Gone are the days of gut wrenching anxiety and adult acne, the product of ever-present stress. The people are amazing and I actually enjoy going to work every day. We've recently moved the office from Norcross  and are flying high on the 11th floor in a building in the heart of Buckhead (Cue "Moving on Up"). Not everyone is as excited as I am about the move but it has provided hours of talking points for our Friday lunches.

Speaking of moving, I recently moved into a new place with Caroline, my Delta sistah and bestie fo' life. It's amazing what hardwood floors and a two minute ride to Phipps can do for your morale. It's a tad further away from our friends at the Gramercy but I have been able to lure people over because we have a better pool. We've dubbed our new digs "Kidden Korner" which is located smack dab in the middle of Hoveround Hollow, a name I made up because we are positioned in between two assisted living communities. Obviously.

To give you the Reader's Digest / Nutshell version for the sake of time and space, in the past year I went skydiving, went on a dating spree, swore off guys (those two things go hand in hand), put myself back out there, attended a Bassnectar / Pretty Lights Concert, did some drugs (those two also go hand in hand), cheered on Alabama Football to our 14th National Championship title, ran my first 5k, rekindled my love for Usher and have established a solid group of friends, most of whom went to Alabama. Really branching out, I know. Sorry we share the common interest of being awesome!

Despite still living paycheck to paycheck, not owning a vacuum or ironing board and occasionally eating an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's in one sitting, I feel completely stable. Freeze Frame Jump! My parents would probably disagree since I still whine about being poor every chance I get but I guess I mostly mean emotionally stable. Thanks in part to officially peacing out on that undead relationship I clung to for 3 years. I just learned that the zombie ex just moved in with his girlfriend, yeah the one he cheated on (with me, duh). I felt hurt, relieved, old and very single in a good and bad way all at once. I promptly went into the kitchen and finished off a carton of Double Fudge ice cream because that is the mature way to handle feelings you don't really understand. I wallowed in the mix of emotions for about 5 minutes, remembered how good I looked in my new lace shorts and returned my attention to the Braves game. I've come a long way from justifying crying in a ball on my floor while listening to Amos Lee by calling it "Quiet Time". That is not Quiet Time. That is borderline psychotic and a waste of time that could be spent on Pinterest.

After all of that exhausting detail, you're pretty much up to speed! I promise to try and keep up the momentum.