Less than 24 hours to go until my cruise of ridiculous fun.
However, last night on the plane to Florida I began to think. One of the things that I have to get better at is staying happy every day. Comparitively speaking, I am very, very lucky. Currently I'm working for myself. I have a lot of friends. I am meeting people. I'm suffering mini-heartbreaks like once a week, but at least they remind me I'm alive and that I'm out there and doing it. If you had asked me a few years ago what I wanted or how I saw the future going, I would have said that the life I am living now is it. (Still working on the Manolos and Jimmy Choos though. Right now, still stuck in Aldo.) So how come the other night I nearly cried myself to sleep over the realization that I'm allllmost (almost) 26-years-old, the exact age of my supervisor when I was an intern - and she seemed to be 1000x more adult than I feel? Granted, I have no idea if she had her s*** together at 26, or just appeared to, other than my own illusion of what I thought her life was like. But I just remember watching her and thinking she was so old and mature, and now that I'm only two months out, I feel like I'm a 12-year-old masquerading as an adult.
It struck me especially because last week I got to work at Fashion Week. Now if College Lia could see NY Lia, whose job requirements last week consisted of going to Fashion Week (and p.s., I don't care how old you are, breezing through the crowd with the credential that lets you go right inside, past the tourists and people trying to scam their way in, feels sooooo good, even if they're only thinking who the f*** is that b****?), and network with people and talk up wine, being sad about anything...College Lia would beat the living shit out of NY Lia. Twice. Maybe even three times.
Also, when I started thinking about the fact that just two years ago I was doing PR for area hospitals and the new DKNY bed sheets coming out at Burdines...and now I'm working under the tents at Fashion Week and then running off to meet people for happy hour before I go home and do research for another alcohol client...yeah, I have nothing to whine over. Vacation is going to be awesome and it's going to be with people I love and care about, plus some extra fun people thrown in. And that's not just something to be happy about, it's something to celebrate.. The fact that this moment in time allows me to enjoy these things. And that the next moment in time will allow me to enjoy something else great. It's hard to keep in mind, but I'm going to try. As a matter of fact, now that I've actually written it down, it sounds so ridiculous...but then again, your 20's suck ass...and I know I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Shaki
Something that requires NO effort to be excited about is that tonight I am seeing Shakira in Miami!!! DIEEE OF HAPPINESS!!!!!! It's going to be a blast. She's going to send me off on vacay.
So bon voyage to me bitches. If I can write from the ship, I will. If, not be prepared for Welcome Back Lia on 9/23!!
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Lia its Adri... kinda funny how we are both goin through the same thing right now.. your words are those I need to remember to keep in m ind as well... I'm going to use you as my moral support.. perhaps I'll even get you a Moral Supporter t-shirt made.. I'm such a dork.. icckkk!
Hi Lia! Its Stephie - had a blast with you before and AFTER the most amazing concert EVER! OH- can I tell you that my cousin was still asking about you! "Who's your hot friend!?" I had to tell him you live in NYC and out of his reach. Do excuse him- he is a nice guy just had way 2 much booze! LOL! Anyway- Parra needs to send us pics so we can laugh at how gangsta we are! Too much fun but what was up with the AC?!?!
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