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I was sitting around with my two best friends last night having a much needed girl's night and we began talking about our age, and where we're at in life and what we've accomplished so far.  Being only 26, we weren't lamenting our age, but more marveling at the fact that we have been out of high school for eight! years! already.  Two of us finished college, one of us is a mom (it's not me), one of us just began her career and one of us is still struggling to find a job that matches her degree (yep, that's me.)  Although I guess I can't say 'struggling' when I'm not actively looking for a job in my field.  But with a Bachelor of Arts in Art History, the pickin's are slim. (High-five to my 20-year-old self wanting to be an artsy-fartsy curator of a museum.)

Keep on keepin' on.

Today is one of those days where you find out some news that you just don't want to hear.  I work every Saturday and I was able to get this weekend off, which left me stoked.  Had a good start to the morning but then the hubs and I got some news that leaves me feeling like I should have never taken the day off in the first place because GROWN UP PROBLEMS.  Ah well, not going to let it get me down, there's nothing I can do about it in the immediate future anyways, so we need some time to process things and let it iron itself out.  One thing is for sure though, I'm sending up prayers x1,000,000.