We live, we make mistakes, we cry, we drink beer, we move on

We live… Well it’s been year since my last birthday…. Oh you heard that one have you? The last year of my life has been one for the books. And at the close of my 41st year of life I reflect on the things I have learned. The first thing I have learned about myself is that I am not as strong as I like to pretend that I am. Sarcasm is a reaction; it isn’t a shield or a thicker skin to keep me safe from bad things. I am in no way giving up sarcasm it can be very useful in so many ways just not truly guarding against the pain reality sometimes dishes out. And please do not think I am a total wimp I am still one tough gal but even tough gals need to call uncle every once and a while. We make mistakes… I fully admit taking the first job that was offered to me after I left my last job was not the smartest thing I have ever done. I may have missed an opportunity I had waited for for a very long time because of it but I can’t turn back time. (Yes you will now have the Cher song stuck in your head forever) I can only learn from this. Paranoia should not be why decisions are made. Something like this should have been given more than a few hours of thought and filling ones head with self-doubt. And if I hadn’t taken this job I may have never driven a fork lift or been trained on the Blood borne Pathogen Bodily Fluid Spill Kit. We cry….. It is okay to cry when bad things happen and you are scared. Sometimes the only way people know you are hurting is to see you cry. I swallowed a great amount of grief this past year and it tends to change you. Sometimes crying is cleansing it washes the bad out and leaves you with only good thoughts you want to have. We drink beer… I do like beer. I also like that there is a community of great ladies that I get to drink beer with and meet new great ladies and go to great new places. Thanks Indiana Girls Pint Out. We move on….. My 42nd year will be one of many changes. I will find a job that suits me better, I will get my health in order, I will cherish my family and friends. I will cry when I need to and probably drink a lot of beer. But mostly I will live.