Six More Hours Left...

In six hours I will be 25 years old.  Wow.  I'll be on the downward slope to 30.  Until about a week ago, I was really ashamed that I was going to be 25 and living at home without a sustainable job.  But I have since made peace with it - but I'm still not going to advertise it.  You all voted that I should throw myself a rockin' party so I have obliged.  Maybe not a rockin' party though - just a small get-together.  I sent out invites for my party 2 and a half weeks ago.  Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I can't decide), my church just announced that it is having an event on tomorrow night too, so I'm not sure how many people are going to ditch my party and go to the church's.  Sigh.  We'll see.   

Here's an update on how things are going:

Job:  Going really well.  I really like working with C, my neighbor with developmental disabilities.  She just turned 23 and is so cute.  However, today was not so good. She conned me into taking her to Chuck E Cheese's when her mom told her not to.  She got in trouble when we got home and C freaked out and threatened to call 911.  Not fun.

Volunteer Training: I'm really glad I'm training to become a rape crisis volunteer.  It is an intense 2 month training.  There are about 15 of us doing the training and we are all women.  We are getting to know each other and building camaraderie.  Woman power!

Therapy: After a rocky session last week, things are back on track.  I had a really good sesh today.  Because Dr. K is not only my therapist but my psychiatrist too, today she changed my sleeping meds from Trazedone (definitely N-O-T working) to Ambien.  Tonight will be my first night on Ambien so we'll see how it goes.  

Dietitary: Despite saying last week that I was never going to see a dietitian ever again, I saw J yesterday.  After the appointment I again decided that I'm never going to see a dietitian again - we'll see how well that holds up since it only lasted a week last time.  It's just so hard because I'm so ashamed.  Talking about it just makes me feel worse.  I hate it.

AND....

I didn't wear sweatpants today.  

I wore khakis.