So I'm finally starting to get adjusted to the many changes that have been thrown my way in the past few weeks. I'm not necessarily thrilled about all of them, but I'm managing a lot better than I thought I would.
I've found extreme comfort in my friends. No surprises there, of course. I've always been really good at surrounding myself with the right people. The kind of people that make me laugh, the kind of people I can really share my feelings and thoughts with, the kind of people that inspire me in more ways than one. Whether it's watching stupid movies or baking something delicious, blowing money at the mall or getting sunburnt at the beach, I really haven't had a lot of time to be sad. I'm sure that'll all catch up with me eventually, but it's okay for now.
I finally started at my new Carrabbas and it's not as awful as I imagined it would be. Anyone who has ever worked in a restaurant knows that being the new girl (or guy) is never fun, even if you're a transfer. You have to prove to everyone that you know what you're doing; a lot of people will hardly even acknowledge your existence until then. Thankfully, I haven't had much of that. Even when I do, I just roll with the punches. The restaurant business is never personal.
The days pass by a lot faster now that I'm out of school and not working every single day of my life (yet). I have all the time in the world to go to the gym, go to the beach, get together with friends, paint my nails...silly, frivolous things that I hardly had time to do before and now I get to do them every day.
I'm just in the process of becoming a better version of myself, I think. I'm growing up. I'm putting time into things that matter and not giving a second thought to things that don't. I'm being a twenty-something, and I like it.