I love red wine. I was introduced to it by an old boyfriend about 5 years ago - it was the only good thing to come out of that relationship! I enjoy everything about it. I love drinking from a wine glass, I love the smell, I love the color, I love the taste and I love the way it makes me feel. Red wine is like a really good friend to me (without sounding like an alcoholic!) I should say I don't feel this way about any other wine or liquor so you don't have to contact my local AA or anything! Having a few social cocktails is fun for me, but I feel more myself than any other time when I pour myself a glass of red wine and drink it alone. (pause, for sip from my glass!)
It just feels like me.
The last few days have been hectic, sad and stressful. I actually did not have a lot of fun. I hosted Christmas dinner for 9 adults and 1 child, my husband has been the sickest I have ever seen him and I am plain exhausted. The dinner went well and we were all thrilled with how all the food turned out, but my house was chaotic at all times. My husband didn't get out of bed on the 26th at all so I felt like I should stay at home to nurse him whilst the rest of my family continued their festivities and today was just a build up of my emotions from the previous two days. I got very frustrated because I worked very hard the last few weeks to be well organized so I could have fun whilst still hosting but it did not turn out how I expected. That's that! I am leaving it here and not being sad about it anymore.
Mostly I am just sad that the last few days reflected what everyone else wanted and not what I wanted. This is something I am trying to prevent in all aspects of my life as I get older. I will know better for next Christmas.
So as I sit here alone now in front of my Christmas tree I look forward and not back. I turned 23 years old just 48 minutes ago and me and my glass of red wine 'cheers'ed it alone together and said Happy Birthday.
My birthday wish...to be more of myself in all that I do.
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It just feels like me.
The last few days have been hectic, sad and stressful. I actually did not have a lot of fun. I hosted Christmas dinner for 9 adults and 1 child, my husband has been the sickest I have ever seen him and I am plain exhausted. The dinner went well and we were all thrilled with how all the food turned out, but my house was chaotic at all times. My husband didn't get out of bed on the 26th at all so I felt like I should stay at home to nurse him whilst the rest of my family continued their festivities and today was just a build up of my emotions from the previous two days. I got very frustrated because I worked very hard the last few weeks to be well organized so I could have fun whilst still hosting but it did not turn out how I expected. That's that! I am leaving it here and not being sad about it anymore.
Mostly I am just sad that the last few days reflected what everyone else wanted and not what I wanted. This is something I am trying to prevent in all aspects of my life as I get older. I will know better for next Christmas.
So as I sit here alone now in front of my Christmas tree I look forward and not back. I turned 23 years old just 48 minutes ago and me and my glass of red wine 'cheers'ed it alone together and said Happy Birthday.
My birthday wish...to be more of myself in all that I do.