On Christmas Day Ivy would have turned 5 months old.
25 has turned out to be a sad number for me. All things 25 should have been joyous when I think about it.
•The 25th of July should have been one of the best days of my life – it was the worst, second only to the day Ivy died.
•The 25th of December should have been a joyous family Christmas – it will be tinged with sadness.
•On the 29th of December I turn 25. The foundation for the rest of my life would have been complete. I love to plan but even the best laid plans can fail.
I need something to immerse myself in & the hunt for a job continues. Another application finished today with a non-profit org with a cause I really want to get behind so hopeful that something comes from that. It’s quite disheartening when you spend hours on an application only to receive a rejection email 😦
I just want to ask them to give me a break because if anybody deserves one it’s me, surely!