Concerned with the seriousness of it all.

I haven't blogged in a few years. I forget that it's a great way to keep a record of my life so here I am, once again, attempting to write about anything worthwhile.

Work- is just that, work. I don't particularly enjoy it but, obviously, I need the money. It's the type of environment where everyone thinks they're in charge and being the newest member of the team, I get assed into all the shit no one wants to do.

Life- I've started seeing a therapist. She's a middle aged white woman who, I thought, wouldn't understand the things I'm struggling with. She's worked out quite well but I'm having a hard time being completely honest. I'm not lying to her, just excluding information. I feel I need to write everything down (that I want to talk about) prior to going in but I don't know how effective that would be.

Family- since attempting to move to Seattle (an explanatory post to come) I've been attached to family like glue. I've especially formed a close bond with my nieces since I fear they will grow up feeling overshadowed by the boys in their lives. They'll thank me later when I've saved them thousands in psychiatric fees.

Friends- if I thought things were different before, it was an understatement. It's true, as we grow up, we tend to lose friends to their own self involved lives. I'm seeing the changes that bring us closer (or drive us further apart) and it's out of anyone's control.