It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

It's my birthday. February 27th. It makes sense that I was born into the absolutely worst month of the entire year. Everyone hates February, especially the end of February. 

We're so close to spring and so tired of the winter. 

Usually, I plan something and all my friends know to say happy 27th on the cards. This year I didn't. I don't think I'll turn 27 this year. 

Here's what I've learned. Life doesn't always work out the way you thought it would. Sometimes, your husband will divorce you and get remarried in a year. Sometimes, you grow up in a cult and your family will shun/unshun you until you have to look at a life that doesn't include them. Sometimes the best friends you make will be people who are as perfectly imperfect as you are. 

Y'all know I'm a new beginnings junkie. I might cry today. But I'm also going to be extremely happy. Because I have a puppy. Because I know feelings come and go. Because I am sure that this year will be better than last year. 

Sullivan out.