Yesterday was a bit overwhelming (when is it not?). I was at work for a few hours jump starting on a new project that I am taking lead on. I was working tirelessly on trying to get the software to work with me. I thought that if I touched my slim Asian fingers on that LG computer it would figure that the maker was trying to make it work. But it kept backfiring on me. Dang technology.
But after a cheese burger, a few energy drinks, and face palming I finally got somewhat of a video presentation to our command staff. I got a lot of praise for the hard work I did (my friend/co worker was there too but… I take credit for my work).
After that I get a text from my sister. She said that she didn’t have the money to come meet me to pick up her dog so she asked if we could meet half way. Of course I didn’t want to drive anywhere after a long mentally draining day of work, but that dog caused me to get no sleep in the past week and some days. So I just took the hit and off I went.
We met up at a Panera. I thought since my sister and I don’t really get a whole lot of quality time together we should get some dinner. I paid for it of course. We sat down and we talked a little about her new place she moved to and her new boyfriend that she all of the sudden is head over heels for. She then asked about my girl. She wanted to know when she could meet her.
I am always a little intimidated to tell her about anything when it comes to my relationships because she has never approved of any of them. Even the past fiances (sounds really bad) were on her crap list. She has hated, along with my mother, everyone I have ever dated.
So I started talking about my girlfriend. I really don’t think she was listening because she kept staring right at me. I finally stopped talking and said “what”. My sister told me that she has never seen me so happy before. She said she knew I wasn’t looking for excuses of why she was so great. She said “It’s like whatever you feel inside is like projected out so clearly and confidently. She is really good for you. Almost perfect for you… Weird… You finally found someone. Thought that would never happen.”
A bit rude, but she was right. I always picked the wrong girl. Like… Always. Every girl I have ever dated was either crazy, cheating, or a psychopath (and maybe a murderer who hasn’t been caught yet).
But I guess when I talked about my girlfriend the way I talked about her could brighten anyone’s day just by how I look and animate myself talking about her. So I was super happy that I FINALLY got her approval. I know my sister and I aren’t close, but she’s pretty much the only family I have left. My mom is no longer in the country, my dad is MIA, and every other cousin or anything in between either doesn’t speak english or think’s they’re too good for us. So it literally is just my sister and I.
They say you can never pick and choose your family. I guess they would be right. But my sister and I do choose to respect one another. Even though we are worlds apart (I like 90’s rock, she likes modern day stupid rap) we still love each other cause we are family.
So on the car ride home, which was about an hour, I kept thinking about what she said to me. After telling her the whole story about the Air Force, my girlfriend, and my new potential job she just sounded and seemed so proud of me.
Was I finally getting everything on the right track? What else is there to stress about? After my taxes are done I should be able to pay off the rest of my debt.
I think I finally did it. I finally beat stress. I obliterated stress.
On top of that I got a phone call from the department of corrections. They told me my application looked great except I am missing something. They told me to get it to them ASAP so they can move forward with my application. I think that was some sort of relief. I told my girlfriend immediately. I’m just so glad I have her.
Sounds like everything is finally coming together for me.
… And then I got a paper cut after opening an envelope…
I guess nothing is ever perfect…