Cocktail Hour

On the eve of my birthday I am feeling quite reflective of the past few years of my life. It’s an amusing coincidence that the current cocktail of pills I take each day equates to the same number of years I will be in age tomorrow. Yes, 24. I can’t help feeling old before my time. Maybe it’s the creaks in my knees or the fact I often envisage myself with a Zimmer frame that I have the opinion I am getting old. You may laugh but the past couple of years have surprisingly, what with the lack of things to do, flew by. I came up with some descriptive words to sum up the past five years of my life:
19 = Ambitious
20 = Happy
21 = Drunk
22 = Devastated
23 = Defeated
It shows clearly how my mood has changed. But now I am (very nearly) 24, I would describe myself as Optimistic. I have gotten over the devastation and defeat the past couple of years have thrown at me and I look to a brighter future, even if I am nearing a quarter of a century whilst being unemployed and living with my parents. It’s not really that bad is it? I still have time to turn things around and I am positive this time next year I will still be on the road to recovery but with some life experience, a fabulous job and home and a God like boyfriend under my belt. (Its not asking for too much is it?) So, here’s’ to me at cocktail hour. Happy twenty fourth, Rheuma Girl.