Re-write! I’m heading to DC this weekend. Let’s not discuss how much I spent on a train ticket. I LOVE taking the train but was going to give in and take the bus this time (sooo much cheaper) but it was sold out at any times I needed. So I spent a lot on a train ticket.

And I’m going to spend a lot shopping with Michael. If you want a coupon for 30% off at Old Navy, Gap, or Banana Republic for Thursday-Sunday leave me a comment. I have about 20 invites left. I am buying a proper suit because eventually I will have an interview to rock and I am not going to be scrambling this time.

I’m considering this all a one year anniversary present to myself.

Speaking of the impending anniversary, I thought I would have more to say. That’s usually the case though; if I think something is going to cause me to be reflective, it usually isn’t reflected (literary choice most definitely intended) in my writing. It’s definitely on my mind. I think about it in the car on the way to work, in the music I choose. I think about it while I’m sitting here with no shoes, at job that I’ve complained about a lot as of late, but which has saved my life in two major ways. I think about it, but my ability to write something about what it all means seems to be lacking.

Because there are other things at the forefront of my mind. Like mild worry over a funds transfer I messed up (personal, not work) and how I need to check all my accounts to make sure they are correct, but one of them is at my local bank that is stuck in the Dark Ages and doesn’t do things online.  And the annoyingness of getting home on Sunday. And I really don’t know what else, but something is causing minor anxiety, so I’m spilling it out on paper that inside I’m having a tiny bit of a nutty.

But also, I’m going to finish this entry in a minute and then I’m going to get some mundane things done. And I’m pretty sure that I’m NOT going to be obsessing over the balances of bank accounts righting themselves, because I’m going to be engaged in another task or in the middle of writing an email.

And perhaps, that speaks the most about what this year means.