Sometimes I forget.

I earned my Ph.D.!!!

I am not trying to be self-congratulatory. It's just I worked my ass off of these stupid letters behind my name, and nothing really changed directly after getting them.

Now I'm on the cusp of a new job and a new place to live. And I'm wicked excited!!!

Reminisces (Moving: Day 4)

The weirdest things come out when traveling with parents for an extended period of time. Exasperation regarding their dependency of relying on the GPS system's directions when the road sign clearly confirms that we are, in fact, exactly where we want to be. Learning that a parent credits our grandparents with the quality of our family's grandchildren when, in fact, the grandparents in question are assholes and the parents in question are quite sound. Seeing my mother's external self-hatred and re-realizing the roots of my depression.

Perhaps the weirdest outcome of tonight... New Year's Eve, 2011, is that I revealed I had been roofied by a bartender who both of my parents had met. The incident was years ago. I don't even know why I told them. Maybe just to be a little better known by the people who should (but don't) know me best.

Being known. Important. Fresh starts? I actually don't believe in them. It all builds, and if we acknowledge our past and learn and grow from it, we're healthier for that recognition.

So perhaps that's what this post is about. Acknowledging that these things... they have happened. I am committed to doing even better during each iteration, which includes acknowledging the people I love can annoy and let me down, people can abuse me, and that I feel a pressure to be better than I've been to date. Sharing my successes and failures with those who accompany me through the process... I guess that makes sense.