How's it going, world?

Okay, so I guess I failed at my Project 365 which sucks because I was seriously right at 200 photos/days in. I was doing so well. Things just go too chaotic - roller derby several nights a week, work overtaking me because of Scales, stress, money, bills, not to mention the time in the hospital because of a "severe bladder infection" and on and on and on...

Anyway, I'll try to update more often, just to see where this blog goes. More pictures, more posts about roller derby, life in general. I don't vent enough, and I've also stopped keeping a journal, which is very out of character for me. I opened it up the other day and I haven't written in my paper journal since May! And I used to write every, every other day or so. I have so many journals, in my night stand, under my bed, been keeping them for years. Tsk tsk on me. Letting life get the best of me. Or maybe I'm getting the best of life, and I don't have to write about it so much anymore.

Things are changing, some things good, some stressful, but nothing really bad. Just a lot. And honestly, I'm still learning how to be an adult sometimes, and still learning how to handle my anxiety and panic problems.

Wish me luck. That's all for now.

banging out a happy little note

I just wanted to say... that everything is going to be just fine.

Everything will work itself out. Life will get easier... better. We will get what we deserve, eventually.

I say this because I (want to) feel optimistic. The house is clean. I'm becoming a more organized adult. I'm learning little tips, hints, and shortcuts from the wonderful people in my life.

Work is getting better. Got a great evaluation today and I'm feeling good about it. I really needed an upper when it came to the work situation.... so yay.

I feel like I'm coming into my own. I feel like I'm learning about who this Becky person really is... or could be... or could become. Or even who she has been all along.

Well, I'm going to stop getting all existential on you and get some sleep. Tomorrow's Friday and it's been a long, busy, up-early-every-morning kind of week. And I went to the dentist. But that's okay. I love getting my teeth cleaned.

The point is... nothing is really wrong. That's something to celebrate and be thankful for. We're healthy and happy.

Ben turns three next month! 3! That's 21 in dog years!