The things that really matter to me

I had a complete shit day today. I won't get into it here, but we'll just say it sucked. A lot.

Part of what made the suckage seem so bad was that I had a great afternoon/evening yesterday. I rushed home from work to get the mail (which was late) because results had been mailed out for the comprehensive exam I had to take to test out of my master's program. Fortunately I passed and won't need to take any of the three sections again. This was particularly good news since I would also have had to enroll in a class to re-enroll in the program since I hadn't taken a class in four quarters.

After I got that news, I went out with a new meetup.com group. I can never tell how those are going to go. I always wonder why I do it. From the outside it looks like you're gathering together a group of people who aren't cool enough to find friends in real life and expecting fun to come of it. Seems like a total fail.

However, for the most part, it really does turn out pretty well. Last night was an exceptionally good time. A group of 20 and 30somethings, most new to the area. One couple was from my hometown in FL, which almost no one has ever even heard of!

I also met some really awesome ladies. I don't usually/often get along super well with women, but we had a blast and I think we scared the shit out of a guy who was sitting near us. I even exchanged contact information with them and intend to follow up (rather than pulling a Seattle Freeze on them. Those of you from the South or Midwest don't understand this concept: It's saying you want to hang out with someone, but then never actually doing it. Over and over again.)

Then I roll into today, and all the high of yesterday just disappears. I thought seriously about running away to a foreign country, never to be heard from again.

But then I thought about everyone who's reading my novels and wants more.

And then I thought about everyone who reads this blog and has told me that it's helped them in some way.

And I realized that I want to finish the novel and write more. And I want to keep blogging. And that I can't just hide from the utter shit that is life sometimes.

This year has sucked. Back surgery, abusive boyfriend, not knowing where I'll be. But when you run from something, it always has a way of sneaking up on you, like a raunchy sex tape. (And we see where that's gotten Ms. Kardashian.)

So I'm still here. Fighting the good fight. Hoping I've got enough in me to make it to the next round.