Hey everybody. *Cathartic Post*
I don't like it when people complain. I hate to be perceived as complaining about something. Whiny women irk me. Was that a complaint or a statement? I think it was a statement.
It has always made me feel rather uncomfortable when people say "good riddance" to the end of a year. It always sounded so ungrateful. But I have been so tempted to say those forbidden words regarding 2014, here at the start of 2015.
I had some really great times in 2014. My stepdaughter graduated high school with honors and is now in college. I got a huge raise. I bought a new car. I got several important certifications pertinent to my occupation. Angelo, at the ripe old age of 1.5, seems to be almost housebroken. As a blogger, I was named a top MUA on an international beauty site, due to my somewhat artsy photos.
But sometimes things happen that just sort of crush all your memories of those good times. My Mom had knee replacement surgery in June. That was really rough. It's a bad thing to see your Mom in the hospital bed crying because she can feel where her bones were cut. I was out of state on Christmas Day when I got the news that my father had had a heart attack, septic shock, and was in kidney failure. In the summer, I lost a relationship with somebody I loved second only to my husband and immediate family, and I can't seem to get over it.
My anxiety has made my nails weak and just plain stop growing. I feel decidedly non-witty...any nail post I would create at this point would only be ugly and un-funny.
I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I'm just very sad. I hope you all are doing fantastically well. <3
