It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to..

To say I struggled this week would put it lightly. I think I've been in the worst mood for quite some time. The realisation about how old I'm actually going to be hit me and my mind panicked. The football calmed me down nicely and the prospect of being in Old Trafford next week is keeping me going. Also the fact I got over-excited by my first birthday card shows there is a little joy at it being my birthday week. I'm trying to keep positive and telling myself that mid-twenties isn't going to be as bad as I think. Going to try and turn it around and make it the best damn year.

I just think that I got so happy in New York that it's been hard to come down off that. It's kinda sad but last Friday, I was rushed of my feet as I was only one of two people in work when there's normally seven. Decided to keep myself sane by putting my ipod on. Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind Part 2 started and I had to try very hard not to start crying there and then. Every time I hear that song I'm taken back to the first night I was in NYC, dancing around singing along because I felt so good being there. I know it wasn't real but it was the happiest I've been in a few years. To come back and have to dive into the job hunting threw me...a lot.

I'm getting myself back now, I'm not as dark as I was beginning of the week. Going into my last month of employment is frustrating and annoying but I need to calm down and think. Acting the way I was will get me nowhere.

As mentioned above I am taking a trip to Manchester next week to see my boys take on Portsmouth. Very excited. Have a four day weekend with the game in the middle. Lov-er-ly!