Three... is a magic number...

Three Days.

Three days and it's been an entire year.

I can't believe it's been a year already.

I've changed so much this year-

in everything-

I lost touch with Danielle- a person I've known since I was a child. And a part of me is grateful that I've moved on from that person I was.

I have a job I'm amazing at- and love doing- I'm no longer finding random items for customers in aisle 4. I have a part in peoples big day- my work will be in pictures hanging on their walls for years. People will stare at them everyday.

I love what I do.
I love my job.
I love flowers.

I hate the long hours.
I hate the stress it causes (physically and mentally and emotionally)


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Okay- so I never posted this: it's now two days.

two isn't a magic number- go with it.

I'm gonna go shower, paint my toes and relax until Twilight tonight... partay.