It's not really. In the Chinese calendar it's year of the Rooster. But in that calendar, I'm a snake. Which I never could understand because they've always been my phobia. Can't look at a picture or see them on tv, I find them terrifying.
Did you know though that snakes shed their skin 2-4 times a year? Maybe I am one of theirs. I've changed so much over the past ten years, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. The pendulum has swung both ways and I ended up somewhere in the middle. My other grandmother was famous for saying "As long as they land on their feet" and I feel I have.
I got an MBA. I love my job. I'm even getting used to living through Armageddon. I miss my friends but we call and FaceTime and I have a dog at home and a guy who loves me so much he'd probably kill me if I tried to take the subway during this epidemic.
This week things started arriving. We order online a lot now. He ordered dishes, cookware, bedding. New stuff for the apartment. My first thought was OMG I'm married again. He's never leaving. I've been on my own so long I'm not used to people not leaving. It's kinda out of my comfort zone. My second thought was...I'm worth not leaving.
I know I need to keep shedding my skin, keep improving, keep moving forward the best I can, everyday. Watch out though, some snakes bite. :)
Sullivan out.
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