Haley

My 100th post. I've had 100 thoughts and events worthy enough of being written down and analyzed relentlessly. I forget the name of the character I was going to dub this after. Someone from Criminal Minds. I could look it up, but dear god I am tired.

Eh. I caved and looked it up.

Moved out.
Had an amazing day with a good friend.
Car broke down.
Back at home.
Have wonderful friends and family.

My life is honestly not nearly as bad as I sometimes think it is. I really need to learn to keep everything in perspective.

I can figure this out. I know what to do in dire situations. I have people who care about me and who will help me even when they're mad at me. I really do know what I'm doing, and that amazes me.

I sat in the dark and rain on interstate 80, calling people as my phone died, letting the important ones know where I was so if something happened I wouldn't be completely fucked. And he was so sweet to worry so much about me to go as far as calling the police to come find me. Which I'm quite glad he did, especially since my phone was dying and the tow truck hadn't arrived yet.

I handle disaster with grace and poise. Slept while I could, called the right people, kept calm, kept things under control, and I didn't even feel like I was faking it.

You really never do learn just what you're made of until you have the chance to prove it. I know I've figured that out before, but I'm still constantly amazed at myself. And I really think that's a good thing.

I want to go visit again. I need to get the car fixed first and it'll probably be weeks until we see eachother but we've waited months at a time already and I'll be busy house hopping and adjusting to life on my own.

Except I'm never really on my own. I have lots of people to help me if I do so need, and I am incredibly thankful for that.

And for warm wool army sweaters.