So I'm going to a meeting tonight with my roommate Kenzie. It's for an online website geared at high school and college age girls. Hopefully it's something I can be good at. If so you'll see some posts linking you to my work :) Check it out
love, bear
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Rule book
I don't have a set list of rules to surviving life, but if I did I would definitely add never EVER say 'it can't get much worse than this.' I really didn't think that today could get much worse.
I over slept for a class.
I'm still in an ongoing fight with a 'friend'.
And work was horrible. (As I got home at 1 in the morning bad; we lock our doors at 10.)
Things just kept seeming like they could only get worse. I can't begin to think of how many times I just wanted to cry. Instead I just had to laugh. I don't know how many uncontrollable laughing fits I had, but what can you do. I don't think Chipotle would appreciate it if I told their customers they should listen when I talk to them, get off their cell phones, or the amount of sour cream they are about to consume is going to end up in giving them a heart attack before they reach 30.
Laugh often: that should be another rule. You gotta laugh, because sometimes life sucks and everything that can go wrong will.
I called my mom ready to pack my bags and head home this weekend. I was just so mad at everything, but a lot of it had to do with myself. I can tell I've changed since high school. I just feel like I'm not as strong as I used to be. Nobody would dare tell me what to do in high school, but now I just go with the flow. I just haven't been myself for a while, and I'm just beginning to notice.
The truth was when I went to call my mom I was about to tell her I needed to go home this weekend. Then she said the magical word that only a parent could come up with: Will this really matter in twenty years?
She was right, but I wasn't about to admit it just yet. I had to say something cleaver.
"Well, maybe in 20 years my daughter will come to me with the same problem, and then I can give her some good advice."
We both got a good laugh out of that.
I think what I really need to do is do a little soul searching, and hopefully get my swag back.
I need to remember to trust myself. I never had that problem before, and I'm beginning do that again. Today, as I said earlier, was a horrible day at work. And I've been miserable there for a while, but tonight really put it in perspective: Being uphappy is not worth $8 an hour.
I had regrets about quitting, but now I'm realizing I did the right thing. I'll figure things out. I've gotten myself this far haven't I? I mean with help, but if I'm lucky I will always have a great family and friends to help me along the way.
So here's to you:
Thank you so much for being there for me: catching me when I fall, and trusting me to do what I need to do. I can never thank you enough for reminding me to enjoy my life, and to have your support in everything I do. I am so fortunate to have all you in my life. You keep me sane, give advice, and remind to smile. You laugh with me and help me learn from my mistakes, but most of all you are here for me. That itself makes me feel like I am the luckiest girl alive.
love, bear
I need to get this song, so on days like this I can just listen to it on repeat. I actually like the music video though.
I over slept for a class.
I'm still in an ongoing fight with a 'friend'.
And work was horrible. (As I got home at 1 in the morning bad; we lock our doors at 10.)
Things just kept seeming like they could only get worse. I can't begin to think of how many times I just wanted to cry. Instead I just had to laugh. I don't know how many uncontrollable laughing fits I had, but what can you do. I don't think Chipotle would appreciate it if I told their customers they should listen when I talk to them, get off their cell phones, or the amount of sour cream they are about to consume is going to end up in giving them a heart attack before they reach 30.
Laugh often: that should be another rule. You gotta laugh, because sometimes life sucks and everything that can go wrong will.
I called my mom ready to pack my bags and head home this weekend. I was just so mad at everything, but a lot of it had to do with myself. I can tell I've changed since high school. I just feel like I'm not as strong as I used to be. Nobody would dare tell me what to do in high school, but now I just go with the flow. I just haven't been myself for a while, and I'm just beginning to notice.
The truth was when I went to call my mom I was about to tell her I needed to go home this weekend. Then she said the magical word that only a parent could come up with: Will this really matter in twenty years?
She was right, but I wasn't about to admit it just yet. I had to say something cleaver.
"Well, maybe in 20 years my daughter will come to me with the same problem, and then I can give her some good advice."
We both got a good laugh out of that.
I think what I really need to do is do a little soul searching, and hopefully get my swag back.
I need to remember to trust myself. I never had that problem before, and I'm beginning do that again. Today, as I said earlier, was a horrible day at work. And I've been miserable there for a while, but tonight really put it in perspective: Being uphappy is not worth $8 an hour.
I had regrets about quitting, but now I'm realizing I did the right thing. I'll figure things out. I've gotten myself this far haven't I? I mean with help, but if I'm lucky I will always have a great family and friends to help me along the way.
So here's to you:
Thank you so much for being there for me: catching me when I fall, and trusting me to do what I need to do. I can never thank you enough for reminding me to enjoy my life, and to have your support in everything I do. I am so fortunate to have all you in my life. You keep me sane, give advice, and remind to smile. You laugh with me and help me learn from my mistakes, but most of all you are here for me. That itself makes me feel like I am the luckiest girl alive.
love, bear
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Is it too early...
... for a New Year's resolution that is. Two years ago I decided to go vegetarian and run a half marathon. I did both because until losing ten pounds or taking up pottery. These were little things I had to do everyday to ensure I stuck with my goal.
My New Year's resolution this was to not eat fast food. Needless to say I failed at that.
So for 2013 I want to do this:
I was researching races, and this really got me.
'If you want to succeed as much as you want to breathe, you will be successful.'
Those words really stuck. Not only do I want to be successful in my life, but physically I want to challenge myself. This will surely be a challenge.
I want to use this blog as a way to track my training. I want to have the people I love hold me accountable for my actions, and to be able to call me out should I let my training slip.
I think this is it. It's time to get serious. I hope that my determination in the physical aspect of my life will help me mentally as well.
Only time will tell.
love, bear
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