It is time *insert inspirational music*
.This is hard, but it needs to be done.
We have loved each other and seen each other every day. But now I need to grow up (specially seeing as Ive already grown sideways enough as it is) and move on and its not the easiest. Staying up all night and partying is getting harder and I am struggling to keep up with your energy level. I cant work out what you are doing most of the time because Im too busy napping. Or eating. Or making something to eat. Or napping again. Oh well, those who dont understand will realize soon enough what I mean.
The days of me looking at you in your size 10s and sighing hard are over. Im finally heading to where I was looking like I belonged since day 1. But maybe that was just all the muffins I ate. I dont know if I can blame them. Im sure the baby was conceived naturally big
Or so I tell myself.
Well then, I guess thats it.
Its not you. Its me.
Dear Second Tri members, its time for me to move on to Third Tri.
In parting, if I could pass on any word of advice to the individuals who will soon be filling my position, it would be to cherish this place and soak it up like a sponge... a sponge cake soaking up chocolate syrup (hey, Im allowed my food analogies)
Theres no good in good bye. So until we meet again ... On the other side.
Much love,
Cee
P.S. I'm allowed my drama. I blame my hormones 
We have loved each other and seen each other every day. But now I need to grow up (specially seeing as Ive already grown sideways enough as it is) and move on and its not the easiest. Staying up all night and partying is getting harder and I am struggling to keep up with your energy level. I cant work out what you are doing most of the time because Im too busy napping. Or eating. Or making something to eat. Or napping again. Oh well, those who dont understand will realize soon enough what I mean.
The days of me looking at you in your size 10s and sighing hard are over. Im finally heading to where I was looking like I belonged since day 1. But maybe that was just all the muffins I ate. I dont know if I can blame them. Im sure the baby was conceived naturally big
Or so I tell myself. Well then, I guess thats it.
Its not you. Its me.
Dear Second Tri members, its time for me to move on to Third Tri.
In parting, if I could pass on any word of advice to the individuals who will soon be filling my position, it would be to cherish this place and soak it up like a sponge... a sponge cake soaking up chocolate syrup (hey, Im allowed my food analogies)
Theres no good in good bye. So until we meet again ... On the other side.
Much love,
Cee
P.S. I'm allowed my drama. I blame my hormones
